"God only gives us what we can handle and apparently He thinks I'm a badass!"
I was so drugged seeing Kylan for the first time I can hardly remember certain details...
I asked my husband what he remembered because I was at a loss. He said I was holding so tightly to the baby I refused to hand him over to the nurses. That I was glowing and smiling, I was happy. However, fighting the sleepy feeling those drugs gave me is what I remember the most.
Going back to the room I believe I was given more right before bed and put back on oxygen as I wasn't "breathing very well." They kept harassing me on this and telling me to cough! There was NO WAY on God's green earth I was going to cough! Kyle and I both assured them I was a shallow breather in general when it comes to sleep. I understand the risk of lung issues after a surgery like that but I was in no hurry to cause myself more pain.
I was forced to get up and walk the next day and I seriously wanted to die! Give me labor without meds any day, please. The pain I felt even with drugs in my system was excruciating! God was good though and gave me some awesome nurses. I only had to have my nurse changed out once for myself and had only turned one in that resided in the NICU. Humdingers right there... But the one that wasn't so nice to me in the NICU apologized and so that really helped.
My family was incredible in caring for me during the week long stay. Between my mom and Kyle somebody was always there with me or the baby. It eased my mind because I hardly saw or held my son for the first week of his life.