After a couple of hours they moved us out of the recovery room and into the maternity ward. We had requested a private room, but the place was so full that we had to go into a semi. We went from the luxury labour room to a hostel. Our space was so small we could hardly get in and out without bumping into the bassinet, the bed or the IV stand. Lucky for us, our neighbours on the other side of the curtain were easy-going and very quiet. Silvina was still pretty much out of it and couldn't get out of bed. She still had IVs in her for hydration and pain relief.
Everytime the baby cried (seemed like every half hour) I picked her up and walked around the halls with her. I thought I was doing a good job soothing her. One time during my walk-abouts a nurse said that I should hold her upright to burb her. Of course I didn't know what she was talking about, so she asked me when the last time she was fed. I told her she hadn't been feed because Silvina was still zonked out from the general.
Her and some other nurse came into our room and tried to get the baby to breast feed on Silvina. The bed could only go up about a 30 degree angle so it was difficult to actually get the kid to latch. Also, the IVs were getting in the way and I was worried that they were going to get pulled out. Throughout the night we were pressing the aid button to try and get a nurse to help us. I got to know the baby's voice very well that night. I felt terrible for our neighbours who were silent as clams.
2 comments:
So what was the exact date of birth?
July 6, 2006 at 18:47
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