The BIG day!!! Pt.2

So The rest of Finn's birth story is going to leave out a lot.
A lot of bad memories that Ben and I are trying our best to block out. It makes me feel so stupid that I spent so much time trying to build a relationship with his family for the sake of my child, for months and it was literally destroyed in seconds and lasted the whole time we were in the hospital. It put a lot of stress on us in the first few days as new parents and we are having a very hard time forgiving them for ruining such a beautiful experience. So from here on out, Ben and I are giving you the birth story we want to remember.
Don't get me wrong. There are still a lot of happy memories!!!

So I left off at the at the part where I met Finn. I just remember repeating "He's huge!!"

So at some point while Dr was fixing me up (which by the way, this Dr supposedly always gives her patients staples, which leave some pretty bad scars. But she gave me stitches that go under the skin and dissolve, so I have minimal scarring. Actually it looks quite fabulous!) Ben took Finn to the nursery. I was so out of it that I don't even remember him being gone. He came back and I was wheeled to recovery.
Sidenote: It was so nice to be wheeled through the hallways, and pass by the group of familiar faces looking in the nursery. I picked out Mom first, then Grandma. They waved and smiled. :) It was just nice to see them after all that had happened in the surgery room.
I was in such a state that I asked Ben if he would stay with me in recovery instead of going to the nursery. Besides, our families were there to get pictures and videos. Since Ben works there in the surgery department, there was no problem with him sitting with me for what was supposed to be an hour until the spinal wore off.

Wellllllll, apparently they gave me extra spinal, or I just have a hard time with it wearing off, so I was in recovery for over 2 hours. I could leave when I could lift my leg.
So when I got to that point, the pain in my abdomen set in, and I got to press the special button to administer pain meds to myself.

I was wheeled to my room, snagged Mom on the way and was transferred to my bed. It hurt being jostled around. The nurse started the pitocin, to make my uterus contract back down to size, and THAT is when I experienced the most pain in my whole life. I was in so much pain, that when they brought Finn into the room for me to hold and Breastfeed (BF), I didn't even want to hold him. It hurt so much.

Finally after my meds really started kicking in, I held him and started BF-ing. Along with the contractions from the pitocin, the BFing added stronger contractions too, and I was just in so much pain that every picture of me at that moment will never see the light of day. It was awful.

My Mom was on one side and Ben on the other and I just remember gripping her hand so tight that she probably hated me.lol

The rest of the first day is a total blur.
From the pain meds, I was high as a kite.
I remember it being hard to talk. I felt like I was talking through a straw.
And everyone else knew it too. I had a few visitors that first day. I really didn't feel like visitors AT ALL. And in my head I was trying to remember to call a few people and just ask them to wait till the next day, but I was so out of it, and forgot. So Aunt Malina and Aunt Amy came by and loved on Finn.

They also brought a gift from Morgan, which was the most awesome gift that I, high as ever, could have received: A bag of assorted candies. Pretty much made my evening!
I decided that at that moment, i would bring candy to anyone in the hospital for anything.
We had a few other people stop by unexpectedly, and we just had to ask them to come back later, because I was just so out of it and still in crazy pain.

The first night was tough. Ben went home and slept for a few hours and Mom and Dad stayed with me.
And they got some Finn sugars, and listened to me talk some crazy talk.

I don't really remember much, but I remember asking half questions and talking about stuff I was thinking about. I was very confused. I talked to both of my brothers on the Phone and I have no memories of it. I told Thomas that the surgery was awesome and raved about the spinal. Avery called just to listen to my crazy talk, i think. Then the best thing that I don't remember was when I asked my dad to read the cards from Morgan and Gentry. He read them out loud and then I told him thank you, in the form of a children's prayer. I sang "Thank you father" and changed the lyrics from "...for our food.." to "for the card!.."
Wish I had it on video.
Ben returned and took out the birthday boy pin he bought for Finn and got this cute picture.
Mom and Dad left, and I was out for the night!

more coming....