I remember my midwife coming in and telling me, that when they took Aleah out she was looking at them. Which meant I would have had a back labor. And that she is such a big girl.
But I remember the worst was that next morning when the nurse came in and I had to get up for the first time. She helped me to the bathroom, but on the way back I almost passed out, things spun and I was in pain. But as each day passed it got a little better. But I remember them giving me pain pills and other meds to make me go, which I never did, and my stomach was filled with gas, to the point I could see my stomach move with air. And I remember not eating at all when they had me on that horrible liquid diet. I attempted to just drink Sierra Mist, but that came up, and that did not feel too good. I do remember my best friends coming to visit. Same with Will's friend. They sat there with me when Will had to work, and most of all Kimmie helped me a lot. To sit up, with Icebags, its amazing to know when you need your best friend the most, shes there.
The worst part is I barely remember coming home... but thats for my next entry, for when I write about welcoming her home.
As I sit here writing this, I just think to myself, there is always next time. Because as my scar heals, I heal internally and emotionally.
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