Category Archives: NikkiZ’s Birth

Flashbacks

MrZ Pre C-section I’ve been playing the role of Annoying Daughter-In-Law the last week or so, asking for copies of the pictures MrZ’s parents took the day NikkiZ was born. Grandpa (MrZ’s Dad) burned me a CD yesterday and I finally got to go through the pictures tonight. It has been very surreal. Part of me feels very much like those pictures represent nothing more than a drunken memory. A VERY DRUNKEN MEMORY. (Ahhh…precious morphine…how I miss you so.) Another part of me feels every emotion fresh – like I am there, reliving it all over again.

It would be neat if every member of the family could blog their memories of the day NikkiZ was born before they forget it. Since I’m the only one with a blog, I’ll try to put together the story from their point of view, as I have heard them tell it. (Feel free, any of you, to correct me in an email and I’ll change it). We had spent the night at the hospital, scheduled to be induced around 6am. Grandma and Grandpa were going to come by the hospital to see how we were doing on their way to work. They called at one point to say they were on their way and I think I had been given the Pitocin drip and was feeling contractions in a MAJOR DAMN WAY. Of course, from the time we spoke to them and the time they got to the hospital, things changed dramatically.

Added by MrZ in the comments: That picture of me standing in the doorway was taken at the moment that i was informing my parents that we were having to have an emergency c-section. This was about 10 minutes after we found out that we were going to have to have the c-section and just after the mad dash down the hallway. I was making sure that everyone that had come by to visit that morning knew where we were and what was going on. That look in my eye is definitely one of fear… this was less than an hour after the pitocin drip was started and I don’t think i was mentally prepared.

Moments after birthWhen they got to the hospital, I believe they were told at the nurse’s station that I was in the Operating Room (dun dun DUNNNNN!). At that point I had been over 24 hours without sleep, so I don’t remember any of that. I think someone directed them to the O.R. area where they were trying not to panic since they had no idea what was going on to require my presence in the Operating Room. I think that a nurse told MrZ they were out there so before the surgery he ran out to tell them what was going on. I will be forever grateful that Grandpa (I think that’s who took it) had the presence of mind to take this picture. Everything happened so fast we have ZERO documentation of the birth of NikkiZ. This is the closest we came.

After the surgery, MrZ was allowed to follow NikkiZ to the nursery to be bathed and introduced to the world. At this point I was drunkedly talking the ear off of the nurses in the recovery room. When I get nervous? I talk. A LOT. MrZ and his family are lucky they could just enjoy the moment without my annoying talking. Since I wasn’t there for any of this, these pictures were very intoxicating to look at. I just can’t believe what a day that was and I am glad things worked out that MrZ’s parents were there and could photograph moments like this. If it hadn’t been timed just like that, we would have nothing documented.

Daddies don't get much prouder than this

Thank you Grandma and Grandpa – for capturing the events I could not be a part of, and for preserving this moment, of Daddy and Baby, for NikkiZ to one day be able to enjoy.

And more and more and more photos…

Edited to AddI have no idea what photos WERE in this entry…they have since disappeared into the pre-flickr abyss. Sorry!

Well, we FINALLY got discharged, as you can see. Actually, NikkiZ decided she was sick of waiting on ME to be discharged and just left on her own. We made it home with only minor amounts grumbling from me (I was in a bitchy mood), screaming from NikkiZ (not a big fan of the car seat just yet) and panicking from MrZ (worrying that she might choke to death on the car ride home).

“You can tell this is not your first kid because you haven’t even checked on her in her car seat once, while I’ve turned around to look at her at every red light.”

It’s true. I’m no where near as protective of NikkiZ as I was of LilZ…I guess it’s second child syndrome. You learn with the first one how tough they are so you don’t worry as much with the rest of them. MrZ though, this being his first, is a bit protective and it is terribly adorable and makes me fall in love with him for the millionth time this week.

Stace and her girls came to help us out today. She is carting LilZ to his soccer games and holding NikkiZ while I get us settled in back home. I’m grateful she’s here and even more grateful she’s not making fun of me for walking around like an 80 year old woman recovering from hip surgery. Post labor walking? Nothing you’re going to see on the catwalk at the Spring Fashion shows.

Home sweet home. Plus one baby and minus one placenta. It’s a good feeling.

You people are KILLING me!

How am I supposed to buy BEER when you all are making me spend my money on BANDWIDTH. You have made me over my limit TWICE the last few days!

But that’s okay because as long as you all keep coming back, I keep having excuses to post pictures of my daughter.

We are just sitting here waiting for the doctor to discharge me. No one has ANY idea how long this will take, but it is all we are waiting on. MrZ is loading up all of our stuff and I’m just torturing my child by not feeding her because my GOD my boobs need a BREAK. She nursed for an entire hour last night which got her a prompt grounding for the next week.

That’s what you get for asking for more pictures…

NikkiZ had a photo session today and we finally got to put her in REAL clothes. I, on the other hand, have still not gotten out of my hospital gown. I am blaming that on the staples in my abdomen…actually? I’m blaming EVERYTHING on the staples right now because they get me a LOT of attention. Score.

MrZ and I are eating lunch together before he goes to get LilZ and take him to his soccer game tonight. I hate that I’m missing a tournament game, but at least MrZ is going. And he is going to take gobs of pictures to show the soccer moms of our beautiful daughter. And all of her BLING.

Anyway – I just wanted to take a second to post more pics. My mobility has dropped a bit today as I’m feeling my wound more…so I’m kinda taking it easy.

Damn staples.

Hello NikkiZ

This is the Hello Kitty doll that my brother-in-law’s girlfriend brought NikkiZ. How cool is it? I love it and may steal it when no one is looking.

Look at those scratches on her face! She has her pictures today so I filed down her nails this morning hoping that maybe she won’t add any more before her picture gets taken.

I took a shower last night…aren’t you impressed? I no longer stink! MrZ isn’t going to divorce me because of my body odor! They aren’t going to start doing science experiments on cultures from the film on my body!

I also had to take my own bandage off my stapled incision. Well, I didn’t HAVE to, but they told me I could, or they could do it for me, and like the nine-year-old I am, I was all “DONT TOUCH IT!” So, I did it myself. It freaked my shit OUT. I had to look at the incision in the mirror because my belly is blocking the way. I started crying because I realized “Holy Shit. They cut a baby out of me yesterday.” I’m a little slow sometimes.

NikkiZ is getting checked by her doctor right now and then I think she and I may walk around the floor we’re on. Woo Hoo. The excitement never ends.