Day 1 postpartum. I’ve gotten out of bed (yay!) and had my catheter taken out. I’m wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not, as now I have to get out of bed. I wasn’t scared to use the bathroom, but to get up. To actually feel cut in half when I tried to go from lying to standing. It wasn’t pleasant, but it also wasn’t horrible. I was amazed at how stiff and achy I was. I got up and used the bathroom within the “required” time. Yay me. Now, to get the IV’s out.
I found out today that the low-lying vessels that they found (looked for actually) at the last ultrasound are called vasa previa. I’m glad that I didn’t know about this before, but now it makes sense why they didn’t want me to labor, but had me schedule my “elective” c-section. It’s why I ended up loosing 4x as much blood during the procedure as normal. It wasn’t due to the fibroid, it was the vasa previa. Nice.
One bright spot in the day (other than getting tubes taken out) was that Teagan came to the hospital to meet her little sister. It went pretty well. Teagan may have realized that the baby LaLa was holding was the baby she was kissing a few days earlier. The one inside mama. I’m not sure if it will really hit her until we get home. Right now, it’s sort of an “out of sight, out of mind” situation. I think it will be ok, Teagan is a sweet and loving girl. Her heart should just grow a little larger to share a bit more love.