Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Our interesting coming home story

Bringing yoru baby home from the hospital is supposed to be a very special and exciting experience right?? Well then what the heck happened when it was our turn??? Here is our story.......
After 3 wonderful days in the hospital it was finally time to go home! We were so excited to drive home as a new little family and introduce Logan to his home. I had gotten Logan dressed up in his adorable going home outfit while Tom loaded up the car. My nurse told Tom to bring the car to the front and to bring in the carseat. Well as I am sitting in our room waiting for Tom I realized that it was time to feed Logan, I decided that since we live so close to the hospital and we would be leaving so soon that I would just wait til we get home. I needed Tom's help to feed him anyway (long traumatic nursing story, ya I needed assistance.) So then I get a phone call from Tom, and what does he say? He tells me that our car has just broken down as he was pulling it up front and he has no idea what is wrong. It is Tuesday afternoon, there is basically nobody around that could help us. So as I sit up in teh room with a screaming baby Tom continues to try to get ahold of somebody to help us. Oh and by teh way his car is completely in the way at this point which is not helping anything. Tom finally got ahold of my da but he was still in Bountiful so couldn't get to us for a while still, so we got ahold of my brother in law who was here on vacation to meet Logan. So he drove to the hospital to save us. I told Tom and my brother in law Nate that i didn't care what they did with the car situation I just needed to be taken home with Logan!!!! So they gathered the rest of my stuff up and the nurse put me in a wheelchair and we put Logan into his carseat and out we went to the car. As we get to the car my dad calls and tell me that we can't take Logan home in that car because it was covered in dog hair. (they had brought their dogs on this vacation from Arizona) So he told us to wait and he would be there soon to take us home. So completely embarrassed I told the nurse to take me back inside because we had to wait for my dad to take me home. So she wheeled me into the waiting room with all of my stuff (we had a lot of stuff) and with a very hungry screaming baby. So please picture this situation with me, here I sat looking like poop in a chair looking outside where I can see our broken down car surrounded by pillows and blankets and bags etc covering all the chairs in the waiting room, with a very hungry baby in the carseat in front of me. Ya I sure was getting lots of strange looks, and it was taking everything in me to not jsut cry right along with Logan. So while I was sitting there all alone Tom and Nate had a bright idea to try to jump start the car and see if that works. I am watching this whole thing take place outside the window. Tom connected the cables to our car and Nate connects them to his car. I looked away for a second, when I look back there is SMOKE!!!!!!! They had put the cables on wrong and there was a huge puff of smoke going from the car and the cables were completely melted. UNBELIEVABLE!!!!!!! Just one more thing to add to the circus act that everybody was watching. At this point my dad finally pulled up and disconnects the cables and runs in to get me and Logan. So i told my dad to PLEASE TAKE ME HOME!!! So we loaded the carseat and all our stuff into his very tall huge truck. Having just had a baby 2 days ago getting into this truck was not a pleasant experience!!! Once I was in teh truck we made the decision that dad would take Logan and I home then come back and help Tom and nate with the cars. Ya you read that right I would be going home from the hospital alone!! We got almost all teh way home when I realized that Tom had the keys to teh apartment so we had to turn around to go and get them! (did I mention I have a hungry child in the car and that I'm in a lot of pain???) So we finally had the keys and so off to home we went. We pulled into the apartment complex and my dad took Logan and the carseat and I grabbed a couple little light things to bring into the apartment. And as we were walking toward my apartment a rolled my ankle and fell face first into a huge mud puddle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (remember I just had a baby and so am in lots of pain anyway and walking is almost to much for me, so falling was not a good thing at all and just made my recovery much worse.) So my dad helped me up and i hobbled covered in mud into our apartment. My dad dropped off Logan and unloaded the rest of the truck then left to go help teh guys at teh hospital. So here I am all alone with my baby in our apartment, I am in tons and tons of pain, I am shaky, I am covered in mud, and I have a baby that needs his diaper changed and who is starving and I really had no idea what to do!!!!! So I put Logan down on the floor and ran into the kitchen to clean teh mud off of my hands. Then I did my best to get onto the floor with Logan (not easy 2 days post pardum) and changed his diaper then tried to feed him. (remember when I said i couldn't feed logan alone??? i wasn't kidding!! At this point we were still trying to nurse him, but I needed Tom to hold a syringe connected to a tube above me and put the tube into Logans mouth and squirt some formula into his mouth so he would latch onto me and try to nurse. Not something I can do alone! But did I ever try!!!! I filled that syringe, put on that nipple shield, and I tried so hard to do it, but turns out no matter how hard I wished for 2 extra hands they didn't appear. So in a total panic and not knowing when I would see Tom again I just made a formula bottle for Logan and BAWLED the entire time I fed it to him knowing that I was failing him. I hated feeding him that bottle! But what else could I do? So right as I got him calmed down my sister who was in town called and asked if I wanted anything from the store. I said CHOCOLATE MILK!!!!!!!!! So they bought me a huge chocolate milk and came over and sat with me til Tom finally came home like 2 hours later. It was such an awful experience!!! Looking back on it now I can kinda almost laugh about it, but at the time so awful and definitely not what I was expecting. I always imagined such an amazing coming home experience. It is a good thing that we haven't had a day like that since. Everyday has just gotten better and better since then.


  1. I feel your pain with the syringe and the nipple shield! I had to have that with McKenzie. I'm so glad you found out while you were still in the hospital, though. I didn't find out what the problem was with nursing until she was a week old and had lost an entire pound. It gets easier. Eventually I was able to get rid of the syringe and one day when she was serioiusly ticked that eating was taking so long, she knocked the nipple shield off and I've never had to use one again. It may not work out that way for you, but there is hope, I promise. Also, you're absolutely not failing him by feeding him the occasional bottle! You're doing what's best for him: feeding him! If he's too frustrated to latch on, and you're too frustrated/sore/frazzled to handle trying to hold three things with one hand, plus a baby, it doesn't do any good to push it. You're a great mommy! Good luck to you, sweetheart! (Oh, and our car broke down on the way TO the hospital to have the baby when we were already running late for our appointment...I totally feel your pain!)

  2. BTW, I just heard recently (I'm pretty sure from my aunt, who's a nurse) that they have bags that you can put the formula in and stick it between your boobs (for lack of a better explanation) and squeeze them together to make the milk come out, which makes it easier to do by yourself. I'll try to remember where it was that you can buy them and let you know if I find them. You may be able to ask a lactation consultant where to get them too. Good luck!

  3. Oh Heather. I know I shouldn't laugh because you were hurting and I remember that sort of hurting like it was yesterday but it was funny. In a sad sort of way. I think the worst was falling in the mud! I would have cried right then and there and not let my dad leave me with a crying baby. (With my first I'd break out into a sweat when she'd cry. I felt so inadequate!) But it will get better and life will go back to normal, I promise!
    I'm so glad you're blogging. You'll forget all these firsts and a blog is a great way to journal and never forget. I wish I had kept one through all my children -but then blogging wasn't invented then.....

  4. Not gonna lie... I nearly peed my pants when I read this only because I can totally see the exact same thing happening to me! I'm sorry it was such a rotten, horrible, no good day. But I'm so glad you are home and have a healthy BEAUTIFUL baby boy!!!