Hospitals stays are always interesting and generally have some curveballs you weren't expecting. Each nurse you get is different and opinions on things can change substantially with each shift. You never know what is going to happen in the wing you are staying in and sometimes not even in your own room.
Our first night here was a bit of a rough one, with not a lot of sleep to be had. We were beat and a little frustrated with how feedings were going, as was the Weer One. Just as things were getting settled after a loooong stretch of being up, we heard yelling in the hall. The yelling got closer and closer until it was in the room next door and we thought for sure we were in trouble. In this hospital labor and delivery is on the same floor as recovery. In fact, you stay in the same room throughout. We figured we had a yeller as our new neighbor and were going to be listening to full blown screaming for the next few hours.
However, to our relief, and probably hers as well, there was only about 3 minutes of screaming before we heard the rather distinct cry of a newborn instead. Apparently this was one of those cases where they barely made it to the room before the baby was there, going from water breaking to baby in 11 minutes. This is why people have babies in cars just trying to get to the hospital.
Our stay has been relatively uneventful. Other than having the baby and the associated stress of major surgery, we've known what to expect this time around and that has made it much easier. The one exception was last night.
Much like with our first child, there have been some milk supply issues that have forced us to supplement with formula. While a little disappointing, this hasn't been a surprise. We have been going through the ritual of breast feeding, then my wife pumps while I feed the baby formula. At 3:30 am I had just finished feeding, burped the kid, burrito wrapped her and laid her down. I turned away for a second and turned back to my child vomiting blood. Semi-lucid, my brain lept to my child is hemorrhaging for a solid count of three before a couple of neurons rubbed together and I realized that it was the result of my wife bleeding slightly from a cracked nipple, but I was about two heartbeats away from needing to change my scrubs.
And so it goes. We're heading home today and into our new life as a family of four. The big sister is beaming with excitement and will probably need to be forcibly removed from her little sister about a dozen times a day. Should be interesting.