Levi is in the nursery waiting for his pediatrician to check him over one last time, I'm waiting for my breakfast, Drew and the boys are on their way to get my mom from the airport.
I'm tired. Very tired. Levi slept all day yesterday and was awake most of the night. His nurse kept coming in to see if he'd had a diaper change or if he'd nursed so between him nursing and his nurse coming in, sleep was scarce. And I was nervous of getting caught of having him sleep in my bed with me after the nurse told me he needed to sleep in his bassinet. (I'm a rule follower and don't like to get in trouble) The whole you'll sleep better and more in the hospital thing isn't working out for me.
I'm cramping a lot more than my other two births. I feel more in need of the strong stuff, vicadin. I'm even taking a prescription home. And I have not been smart about keeping on top of the pain, I haven't taken it as often as I should.
And oh the pain of nursing! I can't believe that I have forgotten all this?!
But, I have a beautiful, perfect new baby. And it makes it all worth it.
I started writing Levi's birth story but need to check details with Drew, surprisingly, my mind is a little fuzzy on the details!