This time last week I was settling in to my nice, cozy hospital room. Sam and I had been waiting for this moment for the past couple weeks. The day had finally arrived.
We had packed lots of snacks, Yahtzee, 5 Gatorade’s, and our personal items. All was well.
Things started off pretty low key and slow. They started my petocin drip around 10:30AM at the lowest possible dose. I had petocin with Harrison and knew it worked wonders but also kicked the contractions from an 8 to an 800 (I’m being dramatic).
Here’s my shortened birth version:
It was tough. It was intense. I feel like my recovery is taking much longer this time than with Harry. I am trying to give myself grace and time but it’s a hard thing for me. I’m just trying to soak up every minute with this beautiful girl.
For recovery I’ve been doing a lot of walking and I discovered padsicles which are life changing. I’ve been trying to eat well but all I crave is ice cream. I lost a lot of blood so I’m just trying to take it easy (that’s not easy with a rambunctious almost 2 year old).
Harry LOVES his sister. He is obsessed. He gives her the best kisses and they hit it off instantly. I am so excited to watch their relationship grow. I literally cry every time he kisses her because hormones and it’s just the cutest thing.
Crosby also wore the same outfit home that I did. I suppose you could say she looks like me (Harry def looks like Sam).
She’s almost a week old and I can’t believe it. I can’t believe this little human was inside my belly one week ago. Crozzy D you are my peanut.
That is all. Thanks for reading our birth adventure.