Seeing as how there was a snowstorm on his due date, Nate and I really appreciated the fact that Brady was born a day early. By the time the snow swirled in, Brady was held warmly in our arms, and we were safely recuperating in the hospital’s Delivery Ward. From my hospital bed, I could watch the snow blow against the window and pile up outside. And since it was the first day after my C-section, I appreciated the quiet that the storm had brought with it.
Because up until that point, it somehow hadn’t dawned on me that a C-section really is major abdominal surgery. 😉 By the late morning hours of my first day in recovery, I was insistent that I wanted to get up and move around a bit. The nurses encouraged my movement but insisted on staying by my side, as I ever-so-carefully swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up for the first time. I thank God for the motherly nurse who was by my side that day. She caught me when I almost fell… twice. She helped me clean up, when I bled. And she chatted casually with me as though it were perfectly normal to have a conversation with someone while they were being sponge-bathed or having a catheter inserted.
Gosh, I am REALLY thankful for her! Everytime I tried to apologize for my inability to care for myself, she would have none of it. I don’t know how she did it, but she somehow kept me from feeling crazy self-conscious. Instead, she praised my small triumphs, like the first time I walked without assistance or even the time that I learned how to sit up by myself (thanks to the help of the electronic bed). Because trust me, sitting up is nearly impossible when your abdominal muscles have been sliced into the day before.
So, yes, recovering from the C-section was definitely a lot more intense than I had expected. But at the same time, by day two, I was moving around quite well and had been allowed to shower. (It’s amazing what clean hair and a quick makeup job can do for a woman)! The doctor who came in that morning to check on me said that he had never seen someone recover so quickly. So even if I felt as though I was taking baby steps, apparently I was recuperating a lot faster than most women do. Hey, I’ll count my blessings!
It worked out well for me, because day two was Thanksgiving. 🙂
My parents arrived late afternoon, a few hours after Nate’s family had come to meet little Brady, and they were possibility giddy to meet their first grandchild.
And I was possibility giddy for him to meet them.
It’s amazing how our family now has another member… And how, even though he had only been a part of our family for two days, we now couldn’t imagine life without him. Brady was very much embraced and loved from the very beginning!
That night, Nate and I swaddled Brady and laid him all comfy-cozy in his bassinet to sleep. And while the cold wind blew outside, we sat down at our little table by the window and ate the Thanksgiving dinner my mom had brought for us. It was actually very romantic. And even though it was very different than the Thanksgivings we had celebrated in the past, it was special in a way that we’ll never forget. Because it was our first Thanksgiving spent with our precious little son.
And if anyone had looked in from the snowy outside and caught sight of me and Nate – smiling and dreaming over our plates of turkey and stuffing – I’m sure they would have noticed that our window glowed warmer and brighter than any of the others. Because you can’t get much happier – or more thankful – than we were that night! 🙂