Baby Story: Hospital Memories

This is a couple weeks late, but it’s taken me that long to piece together enough paragraphs to make a post.

Apology #1: Assuming I can continue getting around to blogging in the middle of the night, I have a lot of baby-related things to say, which means there will probably be an inundation of baby-related blog posts. I don’t mean to be annoying about it; I figure you have the power to ignore these posts if you so choose :)

Apology #2: I’m trying to figure out how to walk the fine line between recording the early tribulations and triumphs of parenthood and sharing TMI. I apologize in advance if I don’t make the right judgments about this.

I started writing this post three times already only to erase what I wrote every time. I’m not a very good narrator, so every time I try to tell this like a story, the interesting things get bogged down in details. Sooo, I think I’m just going to list the memorable moments and reflections about Talia’s birth and the associated hospital stay.

  1. Last pregnancy photo, 4:15 am on October 12, 2012:

    Going to the hospital

  2. We realized too late that Talia’s birthday is Columbus Day. Sorry Talia.
  3. We were brought to this realization by a strange registrar lady who described, in great detail, the kinds of Columbus Day-themed birthday parties we could throw for Talia. It never occurred to me that someone might actually be a fan of Columbus Day. I don’t remember too many specifics other than having Talia dress up like Queen Isabella.
  4. C-section review: 5/5 stars. The wrist IV was the worst part of the surgery, and it was bad only because they didn’t give me a numbing shot beforehand. I felt like a wuss for making quiet faces of agony during this, but then I overheard the lady in the next pre-op booth sobbing uncontrollably during the same procedure. And her IV didn’t take, so they had to do it again…twice. So, obviously this IV thing is bad, and something should be done about it. Indeed.
  5. I thought I was going to die only once during the surgery, which is pretty much my weekly non-surgery average anyway. I inhaled a bit of saliva, but the muscles that control my ability to cough felt numb. The muscles that control my voice also felt somewhat numb, so I was slightly concerned that I wouldn’t be able to communicate my situation to anyone. I just coughed pathetically until the anesthesiologist rescued me with the dental sucker thing.
  6. Talia was breach, so I would have had to have a c-section anyway. All the attendants were excited that she was breach because her legs stuck up funny. I’m still not sure why that’s exciting.
  7. I’m not a cry-for-joy kind of person, but I wept a little when I heard Talia first cry. I was just glad she was alright.
  8. After Jonathan saw Talia, the first thing he said to me was that she has my fingernails. Other than that, we haven’t yet identified characteristics that make her look more like me or Jonathan, though her grandmothers may beg to differ.
  9. The doctors who performed the c-section discussed the PSAT while they sewed me up. Meanwhile, I was actually able to nap a little during that part…it was seriously the easiest surgery ever for me.
  10. When Talia came back from her bath, she had the now iconic pink-and-blue hat with the bow the size of her head. That’s when I decided she was the most beautiful baby ever (I wasn’t sure before that). We dubbed it her “Talia hat”, and it’s maybe my favorite artifact from the hospital.

    This is the best picture we have of the hat. And Talia’s eyes.

  11. The hospital employs Sodexho as their cafeteria service. It now occurs to me that that’s why their breakfast tacos have hashbrowns in them.
  12. Talia passed her hearing screening on the first try (the nurse said most babies take two or three tries). This is when we temporarily thought she was a prodigy…before she demonstrated an uncanny ability to eat incorrectly. She’s pretty bad at eating.
  13. When you haven’t eaten solid food for a day, saltine crackers and oatmeal are just as good as an expensive steak.

    Speaking of expensive steak, here’s the Ruth’s Chris steak that I ate as part of my race-against-the-baby. Unfortunately, I don’t have a picture of my oatmeal.

  14. Hospital nurses can make or break your stay. I’m forever indebted to Rebekah, the good nurse (although I learned yesterday that she taught me something pretty wrong). I may forever begrudge the other five.
  15. They tell you to sleep when the baby sleeps, but it’s hard to make yourself actually do this, especially when you like having visitors. Thus began the fuzzy-minded march of sleeplessness that will continue…forever?
  16. When given the choice to leave the hospital by walking or by wheelchair, take advantage of the wheelchair. It’s the closest thing the hospital has to an amusement park ride.

That seems like a good number of memories, so I’ll stop there. Thank you to everyone who came to visit, sent gifts, and brought us Sonic pops, ice cream, cupcakes, and turkey sandwiches. They made the hospital stay a special time :)

About Sarah

10 years ago, I was a computer science student. 5 years ago, I taught kindergarten. 2 years ago, I trained teachers. Now, I'm a technical writer. I have thoughts about most of these things, but most likely I'll just write about neuroses and why I love Mr. Gatti's pizza. Which might be a neurosis.
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3 Responses to Baby Story: Hospital Memories

  1. Laura says:

    Yay! I love hearing these details! Interesting that she was breech. I was also born via c-section because I was breech. Her birthday is also Rice’s birthday, isn’t it?

  2. Ryan says:

    “Talia hat” — cute!

  3. Mike Benza says:

    Who cares about gender roles! If she doesn’t want to be Queen Isabella, she can be Christopher Columbus!

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