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| On the way to dinner, "pre-baby" |
The day after Calleigh was born: I am lying in the hospital bed, thumbing through a
People Magazine and casually eating breakfast. It is 8:20 AM. A nurse wheels Calleigh's bassinet into my room. I check my watch and (
I am slightly embarrassed to admit) I state, "I asked that the baby (
notice I did not refer to "the baby" as "Calleigh" yet) not be brought to my room until 8:30." The nurse dryly replies, "Well, she's here now" and exits the room. I call Josh and beg him to "hurry and get to the hospital". I feel as confused about how to care for "the baby" as if I was abandoned in the middle of a country in which I do not speak the language.
Feelings of terror and sheer panic flood through my typically (
pre-baby) calm mind.
A week after Calleigh is born: I am feeling calm, confident, and well-rested, as we were fortunate to have a baby nurse live with us and educate us for a week an a half. Little do I realize that this is the "calm before the storm". Unfortunately, some people attempt to tell me that. Fortunately, I am in a state of denial.
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| An angel in whites: Shantee, baby nurse |
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Stay tuned, until tomorrow, as the journey continues....
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