The Recovery Room

We were escorted down so many hallways a lot of turns and  swipes of keys to get through various authorized areas.

The walk to my baby took a long time.

My husband and I were nervous, excited, and relieved. Now if I could only just hold her to really know that everything had gone well.

I heard my daughter before I saw her sweet face. Rushing in, the nurses moved just so I could get close enough. They told me she was okay and everything had gone well. My hand held onto hers as she started to cry. The crying got louder and we were reassured that she wasn’t feeling any pain.

“Despite her being cut open?” I asked in a very mama bear type of way. I admit not one of my finer moments but I was scared.

The pain meds were still working so she was just pulling the mom is here and I am going to let it out. It was like drop off at daycare only in the recovery room of the hospital. The lay on the mom guilt goes everywhere I am learning.

The nurses fixed it so I could sit on a chair with my daughter laying on me. If you missed my blog post about her procedure, you can read about it here.

She calmed down as we waited to make sure that recovery continued to go well. Once again, we found ourselves looking at a clock and counting more minutes.

That’s when it began to get really hot in the room. Maybe it was just my kid on top of me. Or it could have been my sweater so I tried to take it off. Moving carefully around the wires I realized that it was not going to help.

I was on the verge of passing out.

A good hospital faint is one I am no stranger to, but that is a story for another day. I looked over at the nurses in a panic and explained how I was feeling. One rushed to get me apple juice while her supervisor came running over.

The woman in charge was not about to have me pass out on her floor. In fact, she told me I could go right now to the emergency room because she needed to be taking care of my baby not of me. I seriously think she kind of scared the fainting episode away. She even took it a step further and threw the fact she was from Brooklyn at me.

Now I am from Queens, New York and we can hold our own too which I told her. Only in that moment I really wasn’t sounding very convincing.

And she knew it.

That’s how I ended up on the bed right next to my daughter who seemed to find this all very amusing. She was handling all of this much better than me.

There was no way I was leaving to go to the ER. My baby was not going to be out of my sight.

I sipped my apple juice as we all stared at each other.

The clock finally let us know it was time to leave the recovery room.  I waved goodbye to the Brooklyn nurse as she smiled knowingly at me while the other nurses wheeled us out to the room where we would be spending the night.

The sight of us moving through the hospital together must have been something. My husband laughed. My daughter smiled as I held onto her.

We made it.

Here she is feeling much better and happier! Our family is BEYOND thankful for the amazing and caring nurses that we had from the moment we arrived until we left.. Every nurse went out of his OR her way to make sure our little girl was happy and pain free. Bonus points to the overnight nurse who checked on me and brought me coffee first thing in the morning. Nurses are angels right here on Earth. Our family is grateful to so many family and friends who checked in to see if we needed anything. We also had super grandparents fly in to help out with our older son and with our little patient. Thank you to my friends who just let me cry when I needed to.

Our daughter LOVED the extra attention, presents, and time to be home.

Thank you to all of you readers who have been reading and sharing your well wishes. One can never have enough love in this world.

We are grateful. Thank you!