It took me much longer to get to this than I thought it would. Little Lucy decided that waiting until Monday was just too long. Sarah went into labor Thursday and Lucy was born that afternoon. There was no time to try and turn her a C-Section was a must. The cord was wrapped around her neck so it could have been dangerous. I was on the phone with her when they were deciding if it was time to go to the hospital (hard contractions 2-3 minutes apart "yes"!) At the hospital, right before the c-section and afterward a few times. This is just an example of the many levels of my life woven together. All this started just as I was arriving home from class and continued through getting kids home from school, parent teacher conferences, a wrestling tournament and a cub scout space derby. My sister suggested that I drop everything for the baby. That would have been nice, but sitting by the phone waiting for the next call isn't my style and some of these other things were a big deal for the child involved. It has all worked out very nicely.
I wasn't there for the birth, but I did get there the night before their discharge. I stayed in the hospital and Jace went home to one last good night's sleep. Between the two of us (Sarah and I) we did alright. I slept while she was nursing and held the baby so she could sleep. She is a sweet baby and only cries when there is really something wrong. She started out having a little trouble nursing, but is doing better all the time. They say C-section babies are the prettiest and they thing they are right. She wasn't beat up during the birth, instead mommy is. Sarah is doing really well. She is up and moving around just about as well as if she had a normal delivery. She is starting to wean herself off of the pain meds and that is improving her mood. She feels more like herself. Smiles are coming more easily.
There are some perks to being in Utah. They came to the hospital room with the sacrament. I don't think I have ever appreciated it more. It was lovely and they left a message about the importance of these little ones so soon from our Father; how they bless our lives. I don't often cry during the sacrament. I sure did that day.
It dawned on me while I was making dinner last night that I have accumulated quite a bit of experience and knowledge about babies, nursing and running a house hold. I've never thought much about it. Most women have children, many nurse, everyone has to maintain their home. It may not seem important, but it sure is to the family who benefits from that knowledge. I didn't have my Mom handy, she was an ocean away and phone calls were prohibitively expensive. I read everything I could. It doesn't matter how you learn. More than anything, I think it is just the desire that is important. Do your best and the Lord will make up the rest.
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