Around 8, my parents arrived and we headed down to Special Care. Oh my word. I hadn't expected sitting up to be so painful. I only lasted about 5 minutes down there, and then I headed back to the room while John and my parents admired the baby some more. I got a brief update from the nurse on how he was doing. I was able to take in a lot more of his handsome face this visit. It was also a little scary all the tubes and wires he was connected to. :(
My parents really enjoyed seeing him, but at that point, none of us had gotten to hold him. We'd later learn that they only allow the parents to hold them in the Special Care unit anyway.
|Daddy and Son|
|Grandma gets to see her newest baby for the first time|
|Grandparents (Strange lighting in the unit caused by the heat lamps)|
That afternoon, my aunt came to visit. She was in town to throw the shower.... oops. We chatted and then went to see Jeremiah.
Something wonderful happened.......
I got to hold him!!!!
Yay!!!!! He was about 13 hours old at that point, but it had been a long 13 hours for me. I wanted to hold my baby. I'd barely even been able to touch him. (Please keep in mind that I had not yet been allowed out of bed except to see him and as a result had not been able to shower. So..... 31 hours of labor, surgery, and then 13 hours of recovery had happened before these pictures.)
|My sweet little man|
It was such a wonderful feeling. Yes, I had to be careful of all the tubes and wires, but it was still so great to hold the baby I had held in my belly and in my heart for so many months in my arms. To kiss his sweet face for the first time. It wasn't easy - my surgery had had a few complications and sitting up 12 hours later was still a challenge, but it was wonderful.
After about 20 minutes, I had reached my limit for being up. I was taken quickly back to the room as I felt I was about to pass out. To the point where my friend from church was behind in the hallway (the one who worked at the hospital) talking to me and I didn't realize she was talking to me. So I got back into bed and rested. They also brought a special pump for mothers of preemies to use so I could work on getting some nourishment for Jeremiah.
Later that evening when John was back, we went down and saw our son again. We have our first family picture..... and it's not a good one! But it's still very special to me.
|Holding his son for the first time!|
January 12, 2013 - a day I will never forget!