A Few Things I've Learned...

A great deal has happened over the course of the last (almost) 48 hours since WIP's been born. Will I ever call him Alex? There's so much going on around us, yet my world only seems to spin inside this hospital room and its surrounding hallways. I saw the sun today, and it was a glorious sight to behold! We can't wait to take him outside and play.

Yesterday was rough, but one of the small highlights of the day was taking a shower. My Mom (who I'm pretty sure is a saint for doing this three times with her own children) was here to help me. She's absolutely the best Mom to me and Grandma to WIP...thank you so much Gramii Joette - you helped me feel human again.

In related news, I thought I would share a few of the things I have learned since this all began at roughly 7 pm on Tuesday. I'll elaborate on the more entertaining ones later, but you can get the gist.

• My husband is the most amazing man on the earth. Hands down.
• Water breakage is WEIRD. And it's not just a one time thing. It's like the Energizer Bunny - keeps going, and going, and going, and going...
  
• Nurses can be hit or miss. There are great ones...and there are crappy ones. I love the great ones - particularly Kelly B. from Labor and Delivery at RO Beaumont. I only cursed at her twice and she was STILL lovely to me.
• Breastfeeding is grosser than I originally anticipated. And it hurts a great deal more, too. But, I am still going strong...no bottles yet!
• Hospital food rules.
  
• The swelling in the cankles does NOT "go down immediately" as so many *cough*liars*cough of my friends let on. I'm told it will be "a few weeks."
• Disposable hospital underwear are the BOMB. Almost as comfy as maternity pants.
• The day they take out the catheter and IV was a slightly better day than Christmas.
• I have seriously underrated showers my whole life. They are one of life's simplest and greatest joys.

I've got a slew of visitors coming in over the next few hours, so I'm going to go watch some more trashy daytime TV before they arrive. (Seriously...what was Connie thinking when she married Maury?) And, I will have you know that today I've already rocked a shower and even managed to swing a semi-hairstyle and minimal makeup application. I'm a Somerset MILF-in-training, after all.

And I'm so, so, so in love with this kid that I can't even type words to express it. I was going to make today's post all about him, but I can't type those feelings without becoming a blubbering idiot...and I'm NOT about to mess up this mascara job.