Knocked Up & Unemployed: no longer knocked up and employed full time

It was three weeks ago today, that I was admitted into the hospital. Notice I didn't say three weeks ago today, that I had my baby...but more on that later. It seems as though I've been cut off from the outside world because I've been so busy being employed full time by my 7.5 pound boss. She'll be three weeks old tomorrow and I can't believe how fast the time has gone...I guess being sleep deprived makes the days just disappear. I'm hoping being sleep deprived will help make my baby weight just disappear as well.

Seeing as though I had the easiest 9 months being pregnant, I just KNEW deep down that I would have the worst experience with my labor. Well, I was admitted into the hospital on a Monday at 10:00 am, induced by 2:00 pm and had a c-section by Tuesday night at 8:00 pm and my lil lady was born at 8:31 pm. I don't remember when she graced my presence because I was so drugged up. My anesthesia didn't work so I was in an excruciating amount of pain so the anesthesiologist finally blessed me with a wonderful dose of propophal...yes, the drug that Michael Jackson overdosed on... I don't really remember much, but my husband and my doctor reminded me of the fact that I asked the anesthesiologist (whom I referred to as "Dr. Anesthesiologist") if he put Corona in my IV and if he could give me some more Corona. After Violet was born, she was getting cleaned up across the room, where my husband was as well. Apparently I was yelling across the room asking him whose nose she had (I asked him twice) and yelling that I wanted to see her hair. Not really sure what I thought I could see, considering the drugs made me see double. So when they finally brought my baby to me, I asked if I had twins because I was seeing double. Like I said, I really had it coming with my easy breezy pregnancy. But going through all that pain (there are several more details that I left out but I have a sister and friends that someday want to have children and I don't want to scare them with my dreadful birthing details) was totally worth it when I finally got to hold my baby. All the torment that I went through just disappeared when I kissed her for the first time. There is nothing in the world that can describe how I felt when I held my lil lady for the first time. I remember asking my husband, "Can you believe we get to keep something so beautiful and perfect?"

She is still beautiful and perfect and has been the best baby a mom could ask for. She only cries when she's hungry and she's a great sleeper, a great eater and really great at filling her britches. Not to mention, she's just the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on! I'm not going to pretend like it's been an effortless three weeks. The first 24 hours were hell and I had some major meltdowns (one in particular when I cried to my husband that I wasn't meant to be a mom because my cervix would never ripen and because my baby hated me). But the incredible parts definitely outweigh the stressful parts (and I do believe that my hormone levels are starting to normalize). I could not have asked for a more wonderful and loving baby daddy and could not have gotten through the first few days without him and my family and friends...in particular, my mom and sissy. I'm sure not all my blog posts will sound so positive and dreamy, but seeing as though I got to sleep in a little bit today, that's how this entry will be!