Lilly Luana Fuller
8 pounds 10.8 ounces
Wednesday, April 18 @ 8:31am
Leaving the hospital, Lilly was less than thrilled. Unlike her brother, who screamed as we put him in his carseat and cried the whole 5 minute drive home, Lilly simply yawned as we buckled her up, and enjoyed the ride in the car.
A few random thoughts over the last week:
- Lilly looks exactly like Evan did when he was born, except for all of her dark hair.
- Their stats are the exact same. Although Evan was born at 42 weeks, and Lilly at 39.5. Guess it's a good thing they were cutting me open with her!
- I was much more nervous about surgery this time around, although as soon as I got into the OR, I felt great. I was so confident in the surgical team, which was completely opposite than with Evan's birth. Unfortunately, the main similarity between both stays at the hospital is how disappointed I was in the nursing staff. I just don't think you should make the lady who just had her insides sliced open wait 2 hours for pain meds!! And that's with her having asked for them at least 3 times!
- Jaundice sucks. I don't know what we do that makes our babies have it, but I hate it more than anything. It's not fair to the baby to have their poor little heels pricked every day. It's not fair to the c-section mom to have to go back to the hospital every day. It's not fair to mom to have extra pressure making sure baby is getting enough liquid to help them heal. Sigh. It's just not fair, and there's not much you can do about it.
- Recovering this time around has been a mixture of easier and harder. I feel that my incision is healing fine, but my back is killing me and I'm constantly hunched over. Plus, I got a plugged up duct yesterday that is almost more miserable than each time I have to get out of bed, which is by far the hardest part of a c-section. I know I'm not getting anywhere near the rest my body needs to recuperate and heal, but it's kind of impossible! Feed the baby for an hour, while trying to keep Evan entertained/from causing mass destruction while posted to a chair. Than you have two hours of sleeping baby, but I feel I have to make up for that hour where I couldn't do anything with Evan, so I keep him happy for those two hours, then it's time to feed baby and the cycle starts over. Of course they never nap at the same time, and I haven't even begun to take care of my household yet! Newsflash: Having more than one child and a major surgery is hard. Crazy, right?!
Oh, and it only took me approximately 6 hours to create this post.