My adorable little guy and how he got here

I have some more photos, mostly from my phone, although several are from are our real high tech camera---the one we never got to use, because we got quite a surprise. Once again, no birth film, even like this, geez I wish I had one.

Speaking of which, I know some of the details I wrote were kind of sketchy, and I'm actually trying very hard to remember more, but my biggest issue right now is that I don't remember certain things because I was in such extreme pain, (non-labour pain- so far some people are speculating that that pain was my placenta was tearing, and that pain is nightmarish) or when I was passed out cold, no bp etc.....and that little blank spot is getting me a bit freaked out to be honest.

Anyway, in my usual fashion, I am trying to speak to as many people as possible who were there who can give me their version, and maybe that will jog my memory more. I need to remember it more clearly. Fill in the blanks.

For now, I just wanted you all to know that so far as I can tell my birth plan was followed. My C-section was completely absolutely medically necessary and I didn't even need to whip out the rusty butter knife to do my own. They were very kind and gentle to me at all times, even when I was being wheeled down the corrider at top speed. Mr.Cotta was put in charge of the baby as soon as he had his scrubs on, even though he admitted he was so shocked that it took some time for him to put his pants on.

There was some early interventions that they wanted to do, but my nurse, Livia, who was an absolute angel, told them no, it wasn't medically indicated, and stopped them! And later when some goofy medical student was eyeing my chart and wanted to ask the complicated lady some questions while contracting...she stopped him from coming into my room. And near the end, when my epidural had failed and my pain was so unstoppable I begged everyone to kill me, she held my face in her hands, and spoke to me slowly and clearly and told me that they were trying to find out what was causing the pain.....and that alone, knowing that someone gave a damn enough to try to save me, that alone made me want to live.

These are the bits I remember tonight as I sit here, getting transfused, weak as a kitten and swollen and beaten up.

Baby is sleeping, he finally agreed to latch on and drink some breastmilk so he could be discharged from the NICU. (Funny contrast to the U.S. here-babies there are required to be able to bottlefeed to be discharged from a NICU, here, no one cares as long as they eat one way or another, and if the momma wants to breastfeed, then they go to town to make sure she can. At least at this NICU....weird huh?)

Time for me to sleep, maybe snuggle with this baby....take care my sweets.