Home Sweet Home

Ah...

We made it home with our precious bundle. The time in the hospital was well needed and amazing. I fully plan to write a letter to the director of Gilbert Mercy about the nurses that we had. Honestly, I don't think we would have been so successful if it wasn't for them. The doctors were fabulous as well, as were the volunteers, the CNAs, housekeeping, and everyone else we met. We were in the hospital from Sunday to Thursday and didn't have a bad experience the entire time. Well... becoming parents was a little overwhelming, as was healing from an unexpected cesarian. I never realized how much I use my abdominal muscles until I couldn't use them. Emma and I learned how to feed, and Jonathan learned how to help. Emma lost a few ounces and gained a few (which surprised the doctor). She pooped more than any other child in the history of the world. She cried... a lot. She fed... a lot. I was in awe the entire time. Last night was really tough for me. I was very sore from the surgery and from feeding. She had been latched on for three hours and was still hungry. I called the nurse and when she came in, I immediately felt like a horrible mom. She listened to me and told me, not asked TOLD, that she was taking Emma for a field trip and we were instructed to rest. She also gave me some gel pads. We only had Launa for 6 hours, but I felt like she was a gift from God. She reassured a frustrated mom and gave me hope that it was ok to feel this way. The few hours of rest we got was wonderful. The rest of the morning was filled with doctors, staple removal, discharge papers and a shot for mom.

This morning, I learned that part of being a mom is being human and asking for help. My life was so much more bearable when I asked for help. So, when we got home, I called my mom and asked for help. She went to Target to get groceries, meds, and some essentials. My dad, and J's parents brought over dinner so we didn't have to cook.

And my husband has been the biggest help of them all. He does everything he is asked, always tells me what a good job I am doing, knows when to walk away, and seems to know what I need two minutes before I need it. He's taking more time off of work to help me and be with Emma. I loved Jonathan before we had our baby, but the love I have for him now I can't even describe. The past few days have shown me the man I married and I'm so happy that I married him. Emma and I are the luckiest girls in the world.

The love I have for Emma is one that can't be duplicated. She's my little angel. Thank you, God. And keep giving me the patience and confidence I need to continue to be successful as a mom and wife... NOT perfect, just successful.

Tomorrow, I want to try to get some pictures up to show off mine and Jonathan's accomplishment.