Random Thoughts

On a passing scene.
From my hospital bed.
Blissfully removed from reality via IV fluids and narcotics.

I've had so many things I've wanted to blog about since Monday (obvi) but haven't been able to- I really should have kept a list, but you'll just get the Thomas Sowell Random Thoughts version.

I'm so happy. I know everyone says these things, but I honestly never believed it. I thought all those platitudes about changing your life and never loving anything more were all just standard recruitment lines from people trying to make themselves feel better by dragging you into parenthood too. Wrong. I was way wrong. Ben is so perfect that I can't even imagine that we're related. (Serious. Have you met my family? JK) Let alone that I made him. I in no way had the perfect pregnancy like my sister: no nitrates, no preservatives, no caffeine, no high fructose corn syrup; etc etc.- so to have this totally perfect little guy as the result is shocking. It really goes to show how little I ultimately had to do with his creation and development. Really, because if it had been solely up to me, pieces would have definitely been hot glue gunned on.

My hospital room was like the worst Days Inn room you've ever stayed in. Great for a hospital, but too crappy to even pay $89.99 a night. I would get up to do something and really be struck thinking that I was in a hotel, and why was I in such a bad one? Like as if Days Inn owned the joint pulled out and sold it to some other people to run independently and they ripped out the carpet and put up peach valances.

That being said, I would check right back in if given the opportunity. The nurses really took such good care of me. Time out- have I mentioned that I love living in Georgia in this post yet? No? Let me get that out of the way. I love Georgia, I love Savannah, and moving here was the smartest thing we have ever done. There. Tips for giving birth in the south- act as meek and as mild as a lamb, say your please and thank you's and if you remember, call the nurse Miss Pattie instead of Pattie. And you will get lots of lovin' and extra stuff. Like gauze. And ice.
Hmmmm, maybe my expectations were too low.

Everybody loved Benjamin. Obviously, how could you not. But even when he had his full shriek going. He stopped being able to shriek after he was circumcised and had screamed himself hoarse. I think that's genetic, it's always easy to tell on Monday when I've been to a football game on Saturday- no voice. And as sad as it was, it really took the panic out of changing him when he was squeak screaming. That full on sonic blast would make your knees tremble.

The older the lactation consultant, the better the advice. More boob, more know how.

Everything is really funny lately. I've had these full on belly laughs, that I realized I haven't had in a long time. Not because things weren't funny, my belly was just busy.

There's this part in Sippy Cups Aren't for Chardonnay, that talks about how after you give birth your body gives off Oxytocin which essentially makes you addicted to your baby and jokes that women who have lots of kids are merely chasing the dragon. It's true though, I'm totally addicted to my baby. But I think I've been doing a commendable job in sharing him with his admirers.

I had gone to Walmart and bought all these pajamas that would button down and that I wouldn't mind ruining during my hospital stay. And let me tell you, the $7.88 that I spent on the blue and white floral nightgown with the eyelet lace trim was the best money I'd spent in a year. I took my shower on Wednesday, put on some makeup, stepped into that sassy cotton get up and I could have gone to the Oscars. That's how good I thought I looked. I then slipped on my new light green robe with the flower embroidery ($14.88) and hit the hallway for my morning stroll, and let me tell you I was the hottest thing in the Mother and Baby wing. And now that I'm home the other outfits are really shaping up to by nice lounge/nursing wear. Thank you Walmart! (At least someone appreciates you.)

So that's about it for now. More to come shortly.