Since Noah's "birth story" isn't half as dramatic as Josiah's was, I guess that I feel like there's really nothing to share. I'm not being negative; there's just not really much to tell. I was unhappy to have been completely forbidden to leave my bed on day one. He was born at about 7:30 AM and by 2 AM the next day, I'd had enough. My nurse was okay with disconnecting me to my 88,000 tethers (miles of IV stuff, blood clot leg cuff thingys, etc) and I was very glad. After the last bit of morphine was out of my system, I got up and got a shower. After that, I felt like a new person!
For now, we're hoping to go home today, two days after Noah's birth. The children are dying to have mommy home again and I am dying to be home again. There is no rest in the hospital, that's to be sure!