Just a week ago we entered into a new year and I did a post about different projects I worked on, but I didn’t talk about the behind-the-scenes activities much. I want to take some time to shed some light on my little part of the world and get personal.
If you haven’t been here before, then you wouldn’t know that I am a homeschooling mom to 6 of the most precious children in the world – not including my little girl and other baby (which I believe was a boy) that are now in heaven. You can read more about my baby journey here.
As part of our what we call “language lessons”, our homeschool curriculum has the children in grammar grades learn to recite this poem:
|The view from the first room I was in.|
Somehow they messed up my due date and kept me from laboring longer than was necessary, but when it was time to stop the magnesium (that’s used to relax the muscles from contracting) they wanted me to jump into labor. Baby was fine and I told them that you’ve been telling my body to stop and now you want it to jump-start? I was getting so much heat for not starting an inducing drug, so much to the point that they told me I had better start labor by this specified time or else….or else what?! They were patient with me waiting for labor to restart on it’s own, but I got so fed up with being harassed that I gave in to minimal dosages just to stop being bothered (I am absolutely not the norm, so I feel for them). Remember, I’m used to a homebirth with a qualified EMT nurse-midwife, and this is nothing like what I was used to, except that my firstborn was also been in a hospital with a nightmare birth.
Needless to say, when you start that sort of stuff it puts you through a horrible labor, and even though I delivery naturally at home without drugs, this messed up birth was more than I could handle and took an epidural. I knew the risks of the epidural causing baby to struggle and she did. Her heart rate jumped all over and they were afraid they’d have to take her by c-section. To say I was angry was an understatement, but I chose that route.
Thankfully, our baby was born without any problem breathing and was doing great. This particular hospital isn’t equipped so that you can room-in with your baby. The babies are placed in a NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit) instead, and my room is in a separate wing. If I had known that hospital was equipped that way, there is no way I would EVER go there again. I nurse my babes on demand, co-sleep, and wear them so they get the full heart-to-heart experience and there is no way I can do that in a place where no food was allowed, no bathroom for new mom ( a man had to have built that place), and no phones. Keep in mind that I have 5 children at home who where freaked out because the last time mom left pregnant to go to this same hospital, she came home without our little girl who died upon premature delivery at 21 weeks from a subchorionic hematoma.
So, why were we in the hospital for 3 weeks?? I really have no idea, except it’s all about numbers and regulations. She had to reach these specified hurdles in order to qualify to take her car seat test – an hour long sit in a car seat while they watch her stats. I am thankful for her special care, but some things were unneccesary.
I also strictly nurse (no bottle feeding) and they put her on a 3 hour schedule for feeds (I don’t do schedules!!). My routine was this: take her out of the incubator and try to get her to nurse, if she was too sleepy I’d hold her until I needed to eat or go to the bathroom (remember I had just delivered a baby!), while out I would take care of calling and try to get a minute of sleep.
|This is my second room during the bonding program – a bonus in all the chaos because I got to stay free and got 3 free meals. Praise God for the wonderful program at this hospital!|
|This little ray of sunshine would make my day and I would crawl up in to the window sill to soak it all in.|
|This was my first escape to sunshine in the courtyard after the most dreary, nasty cold winter since 1965 we had here in Ohio. It was my absolute therapy.|
|This little bird reminded me of a windged fried my kids named Cheepside at home.|
|Failing the first car seat test.|
|My 3rd room I was very thankful for because I lost my bonding room and was going to have to leave the hospital due to no room. God worked wonders through the helpful hospital staff. Here I would sit to get my snippet of sun.|
Since then, we have been working our tails off to pay the hospital bills we incurred from being there that long, and am thankful is was not as long as others have had to endure. I have felt as if I’ve had to pay for our daughter to be ours in some ways. My furniture work is what’s been keeping our heads above water. We are just shy of being done with those payments and I can tell you it is only by the grace of God we have been able to take care of this debt.