with DD, DH did a couple of trips to the car, then we all walked downstairs and waited for him to bring the car to the front doors of the hospital. Grannie In-Law had to crash the moment, telling me to give my baby to her, so i stood, in pain waiting for DH to adjust the car seat for this little creature that we obviously had no idea on how tiny she would be.
With DS, the hospital had a baggage trolley, so DH filled it up and did one trip to the car. DH carried DS downstairs, ( we were suppose to take him to the front door in his crib, due to hospital policy) and DD and I sat in a chair and held DS until DH bought the car around to the front.
LOL, yes I sat in the back with Jazz and Shel drove at about 60kph on the 110kph highway. Good thing though, going over potholes at 60kpm was torture after a c/s. 110 would have been certain death (for Shel )!
I left the hospital keeled over in pain and with a sick bag in one hand a bunch of flowers and my bag in the other. Little did I know at that point that I was suffering from a postpartum puncture headache because of the epidural my c/s wound was not even registering in my mind at that point. My husband carried DS.
Readmitted the next morning after a night of pure hell dealing with my new baby and my illness. 3 days later my second exit from the hospital was solo, my husband came to get me while my Mum looked after DS. Not the nicest introduction to motherhood.
I walked out alone, to get clothes and supplies for a few days, the second time was to get the car seat fitted and pick up my pram, finally the last time I got to carry my daughter out, 11 days after her birth.
I hope that next time I get to take my new baby home with me the first time I walk out the doors of the hospital
You asked a popular question and I just stumbled across it, which coincidentally is how I left the hospital
I was conditionally released 5 days after my caesarian to a hospital closer to my home which was a 2 hour drive on a windy coastal road between Cairns and Mossman and I anticipated a very uncomfortable trip home. I hit the doctors up for one last dose of pain killers (the stuff that always made me spin) so that was in full swing by the time we walked out in my slippers. My husband carried the baby and my Mum practically had to carry me or at least hold me up. I had asked for a wheel chair but these things are so routine, no one thought I would need one. Wrong! they hadn't seen me on drugs. I was giggly and slurring my words but I was in the back with my tiny bub and soon at the next hospital for the rest of our stay. By the way, our little girl in that car seat was so cruel, I remember thinking..."is this legal?" she weighed 2.3 kilos and sitting slumped seemed so wrong.
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