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More blood and gross stuff.

JP told me that as they were helping me into the wheelchair I flung my body violently back into my bed and started to shake. This I do not remember. I remember bits and pieces since I was very in & out of consciousnesses at this point. Open my eyes & see three nurses around me. The one on the left is playing with machines and putting an oxygen mask over my face. The one on the right is telling me that she is going to give me a shot. I look down thinking “Thank God my epidural hasn’t worn completely off yet” as the needle pierces my thigh. I see another nurse at the foot of the bed talking to the nurse messing with my oxygen mask. I am completely confused and scared at this moment. All I want to do is see my newborn son & to hold him for the first time. I breath in and out deeply trying to grab as much air as possible, hoping maybe I’ll just miraculously go back to myself so I can hold Micah. I black in and out while nurses, my doctor & JP hover around me and the room. My mom brought my brother & sister to the hospital but I requested for them not to come after I had my oxygen mask on, I didn’t want to scare them.

I hear someone tell me that I need to be taken to the O.R. (Operating Room) so they can check and make sure nothing is wrong with my…well you know where ladies have babies from. I sign some paper okaying it (wonder what that signature looked like, I probably signed it give me my damn baby). In between somewhere of these blurry visions I had a few friends visit, one who had never visited a woman in the hospital who had just given birth. So all the extra needles & oxygen mask scared him. And then the next thing I know they are wheeling me down the hallway. All I can really see is the ceiling lights, I’m not even strong enough to look around anymore. I get into the O.R. where I somehow end up on the operating table and off of my stiff bed. I had a friendly Asian doctor tell me he was going to be administrating the anesthesia and that soon I would be out. My doctor asked if I could move my legs & my last thought was “Lord please don’t let me die”. That is the scariest thing in the world to think and truly believe that there is a chance you won’t live.

I heard JP & my doctor talking. My doctor saying he was so sad to see this happening to me. And then it turns to just chatter that I can’t understand.

“They said you won’t be able to use your legs, we’re going to have to buy you a wheelchair for the house” JP told me so calmly. WTF?!

Yes my husband was joking around with me and this is the point where I regained consciousness. Then I laughed and told him to stop messing with me…once I made sure I could still kick my legs around that is. JP was relived to have me finally conscious again, he said he’d been sitting next to me talking to me just waiting for me to come to. I was happy I was alive. My doctor came in quickly after I regained consciousness. He told me that I had lost a ton of blood and my blood count was under half of what it was suppose to be, they were getting blood transfusions ready for me. He also told me that when I had thrown up earlier it had ripped my stitches from my tear & that he had to restitch me up in the O.R. Everything internally was fine but I lost a significant amount of blood. Once the doctor left I told JP to take a picture of me and knowing me too well he took two, just in case.

Soon after I saw nurses come in with coolers that contained the blood that my body needed. The most painful needle was not the epidural but the one they shot in the side of my wrist for the blood. Holy ouch! And the blood felt like ice entering my system. The whole night I continued to go in and out of sleep, waking every few minutes because the blood pressure machine was now set to go off every 15 minutes to monitor. Very annoying to a tired mama but somehow I managed to sleep through it a few times. Finally around 1 am I woke up and requested that Micah be brought to me because I hadn’t got to hold him yet. I held him for a few brief minutes before getting light headed & handing him to JP, fearing I would pass out again. Luckily the night went well. Blood pressure taken every 15 minutes, nurses in & out every 30ish minutes, very swollen hands (those things looked like they were going to burst!), a new bag of blood and some sleep here and there. By morning I was able to scarf down my whole breakfast, minus the eggs. And then it was time to have Micah come visit his mama, so I held my sweet boy as we watched Obama’s inauguration. Soon the blood was all in my system & I was feeling much better. A few needles came out of my hands, the catheter came out (LOL @ peeing while talking to my 22 year old brother, it’s fully grossed him out) and I was on my way to my new room, out of my laboring room finally. And all continued as it should have, except having to stay an extra day at the hospital. The rest of my stay was happily uneventful and full of staring at my beautiful son & husband. And thanking God that I was alive.