Ryan seems to enjoy sleeping. I don’t recall Alyssa sleeping as much as he does. Anyway, because he enjoys sleeping so much, the six ounces of breastmilk I sent to the nursery held him over until a little after 9am. I took advantage of the nine hours or so to sleep, and even with waking up a few times (twice out of pain, once from Daniel coming in, another time from the nurse coming in) I still managed to get about six hours of sleep altogether.
This time around I was really worried about being able to handle the sleep deprivation, but it’s just hit me that I’ve been going on a few hours of sleep here and there and various naps since Wednesday, and so far I’m doing okay. I’m tired, but not quite as bad off as I thought I would be.
Right now Ryan is sleeping on my chest, after having spent nearly an hour stuffing himself. I’m watching Planes, Trains and Automobiles, and thanking God for the wonder drug that is percocet. I took my dose about 45 minutes ago, so now the pain is back down to a 2 on a scale of 1-10, and pretty soon I’ll be getting sleepy enough to take another nap.
Since Wednesday night I’ve been taking two tablets every four hours, and three tablets of ibuprofen in between those four hours, and it’s keeping the pain in check. I’ve had a taste of what the pain is like without any painkillers, and I don’t care to again.
Yesterday an afternoon nursed talked me into trying just one tablet of percocet, to see how things went. Well, they didn’t go too well. I was definitely in more pain, and to top things off because I was napping I was over two hours late for my next dose of percocet. Let me tell you, I was ready to cry.
Today Ryan and I will be going home. Well, that’s not quite true. We are being discharged, but we’ll be going back to my mother’s house, as Daniel and his brothers will be moving all of our things into our new house and unpacking everything.
But then tomorrow Ryan and I will be going home – I can’t wait!
I’m excited about leaving the hospital, yet at the same time apprehensive. I hope I can handle the pain okay. I know I’ll be sent home with prescriptions for percocet, but I worry that I’ll run out too soon and won’t be able to get a refill, and/or the strength won’t be quite as high. I also hope that Daniel won’t be too overwhelmed with the new house, regular housework/duties, taking care of Alyssa and then helping me.
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As the domain name suggests, my name is Jenn, and I own this blog. I'm 26 years old and married to my one true ♥, Daniel. And while I have two kids (Alyssa is five, and Ryan is three), you won't find "mommy" in my username or email address, nor does my blog revolve around them. I'm a mother, but most importantly I am me, with a passion for love, blogging, reading, and photography. I'm also a busy freelance writer, web designer & SEO goddess.
