Thursday, 6 January, 2000

The nurses got me out of bed later in the day on the 12th. It hurt immensely, but I found it to be key in my recovery. The longer I stayed in bed, the more stiff and sore I became. I tried to walk around the hospital floor a couple of times a day thereafter. We began to have visitors on the 12th. Susan and her family, Kevin and Candace, and my visiting teacher, Nancy Henderson.

 I had a shower on the 13th and it felt wonderful.  There was a bench in the shower that I sat on while Chris helped me.   I just let the hot water pour over me.  I eventually got out of the shower but it was a slow process.

You slept wonderfully the first two nights of your life and then the third night you had it pretty rough.  I would feed you, you would sleep for a little while and then you were awake and crying.  The nurse kept bringing you to me, and I was so exhausted.  Chris slept at the hospital for the first three nights and didn’t get much sleep either on the third night.  I finally convinced him to go home around 4 am so that he could get a couple of hours of uninterrupted sleep.  We finally gave you some formula in a bottle and you went to sleep.  You must have been so hungry, and I just didn’t have enough milk yet to satisfy you.

We stayed in the hospital until Tuesday night, December 14th, around 8 or 9 pm.  We could have stayed until 3 in the morning, but that didn’t seem like a great idea.  The clothes that I had brought for you were much too big, but we bundled you up and took you home regardless.