My mom and sister thought some of the things I said were pretty funny... Dr. Weibell tried to help numb some of the pain by giving me three shots of local anesthetic and said I wouldn't feel them. I felt all three and let him know... "I felt that!... I felt that one, too!" I also had to get two episiotomies and, while Dr Weibell was stitching me up, I felt some of the needle pokes (OUCH!!). I started asking how many stitches I had and if he was done yet. This prompted a story about stitching up his 7-yr-old son's busted forehead (WHAT?! So NOT a comparable situation!) who asked the same thing... "Are you done yet?... Now?... (and when I was just sick and tired of being poked, but still had a few more stitches to go...) Ok, you're done."
I can't describe how awesome it was to finally hold him! He'd been kicking and poking and messing with me for the past 4 months, but once I had him in my arms I really didn't care. I was so glad he finally was here! I didn't get to hold him very long because he was having some breathing problems, but I was glad for the time I had. The nurses drugged me up pretty good and I was out like a light, so I didn't notice that he was gone.
Derek's bilirubin levels have been pretty high, so he had to go onto a UV bed with a UV wand attached to his little chest. He looks like a little extra-terrestrial baby with the blue light behind him, haha! He has to stay on it as much as possible so we only take him off to feed and change his diaper. He's so good about it though. He's finally getting the idea that gas hurts if you hold onto it, so he just whimpers a little and goes TOOT! Haha! I'm hopeful he'll be able to be off the light in a couple more days, but we'll have to see how his levels are tomorrow morning at the dr's office. Here are some photos from just after he was delivered and some that are a bit more recent...
Right after he was cleaned up and handed back to Momma