This week we got to know our freshest family member who we cherish for the rest of our lives.
Baby Boy was delivered by a group of excellent specialists Tuesday afternoon. The operation went well, although it took longer than the first two together. It is understandable as it was my third section.
After spending three days in the hospital, it was finally time for us to head back home. We left with some valuable advice, a prescription, and an industrial breast pump. As we walked out of the doors, I couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of relief and excitement to be back in our own space. However, as we got into the car, I started to feel anxious, trying to imagine how we were going to handle everything at once.
How will I manage a day without the nurses’ care, support, and the hospital bed that helps me sit or stand after a major surgery?
It didn’t take long to realise that nothing can compare to the healing power of being in the comfort of my own home. Being surrounded by familiar things, in a safe environment and having my loved ones close by, listening to them talk about their day since I left to give birth, had a profound effect on me.
Living in a multi-generational household is a blessing in such situations. It takes a village to raise children – they say. Having my parents around means that my husband and I are never outnumbered with the kids.
Overall, I feel that the first three days after operation were harder than ever before. However, the days after the initial hardship, were much easier. It allowed me to enjoy the bonding time at home with the rest of the family. No outdoor hours this week, only resting and nursing hours 🙂
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