I’ve all but fallen off the face of the planet socially over the past two weeks. First I was feeling like the living version of death. And then, I went and had a baby.
That’s right, I’m officially a mom to a 8 day old boy. Early Saturday, I was feeling all sorts of pain that had me thinking contractions. My mom and I got to the emergency room and found out I had preeclampsia, which meant I had to be life flighted to a larger hospital that could handle an emergency c-section and had a PICU. Luckily, I was stable enough to deliver vaginally, and Theodore was healthy enough to avoid the PICU.
Theodore and I are now at my moms house. I’m on bed rest for the next 4 weeks at least, and crossing my fingers that my new blood pressure medicine works so that I don’t have a seizure. So seriously, cross your fingers for me.
The health issues do mean that my moving back to NOLA is on hold until I’m healthy. Kind of sucks, but it gives me more time to figure out what I want to do when I get back.
What have we been doing this week?
- writing thank you notes. So necessary, and such a forgotten part of being polite.
- washing, folding and taking inventory of all of Theodore’s clothes. Sadly, my health issues had an effect on Theodore and he came out at an itty-bitty 5.9 pounds. My stress and guilt about the whole thing is intense, but it means that none of his clothes will fit for awhile.
- binge watching Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. My brother recommended the show and I’m honestly into it. Throw in the fact that everyone looks normal? Top notch.
- saving crock pot recipes on Pinterest. The easier the better, and with enough for leftovers at lunch the next day, please.
I feel like my brain is dead, but my heart is so full it almost hurts.