I remember thinking I could handle anything – even a baby… until labor. I had to be induced, since I was 3 weeks passed my due date and the baby was already over 8 pounds! I headed to the hospital, stopping for some McDonalds french-fries and a hot fudge sundae (because they go together), I checked in and was prepped for giving birth… I remember being so embarrassed in that little hospital gown, and having the nurses just poke and prod where they needed to. I was scared out of my mind. I ended up going through induction all day, to only have an emergency c-section by dinnertime. I was lucky to be my doctor’s very first horizontal incision… 15 staples across my abdomen… whoo hoo! Back then you did not go home after 24 or 48 hours. I was in for over a week. I also shared a room with 5 other new moms. Visiting hours were the law, and no one could spend the night with you – not even the baby.
My biggest concerns back then were not about how to raise my beautiful baby boy, but more about how much pain I was in, and how long was it going to last… I worried about READ MORE