I woke up around seven — which surprised me, since I thought the nurses would be bringing Sophie back from the nursery at six. On the other hand, I’m not complaining; thanks to a change of shift and the nursery’s decision to run her tests and screens (which she all passed), the nurses didn’t give her back until eight. Is it horrible of me to be deeply, deeply thankful for this? The extra time made it possible for Christy to mostly finish her breakfast (French toast, although she didn’t realize it wasn’t regular toast until she’d put jelly on it), take a shower for the first time since the birth, and go to the bathroom again. It also made it possible for ME to once more become conscious; reading over what I wrote last night, it’s pretty clear that I was whimsical from delerium. Read More
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