Baby comes Home - Good bye Sleep!!

It was time to head back home finally. I was happy to get back in my clothes.The very thought of getting to feel some real air and light was in itself so relieving after the last 3 days where I was just stuck inside one room. I was supposed to carry the baby in my arms till the gate and in my mind I had a cloud of doubt “I can barely stand straight, how do they expect me to carry this baby and walk out??” – but like every problem has a solution and for me it came in the form of a wheelchair...I sat in it with my little munchkin in my arms all set to go HOME.

Everything seemed different when I entered...like a new homecoming...probably as new as when I had come home the first time after my wedding.I was managing to walk a little - thank God for these Postpartum belts...they are our savior.They gave such amazing support to my stitches and back that it didn't feel all that bad.

The next big task at hand was to go to my room, for which I had to climb the stairs.Before we had left the hospital major plans were being made as to how will I be taken to my room.Ideas like - put me in a chair and then lift that chair up and lifting me in my husband arms ( I would have loved this one but I knew I was too heavy to be carried all the way up :P).

Much before my delivery, my mother in law had suggested that I share her room for a month post the baby's birth so that she can help me with taking care of the baby and in this case my hubby won't have to be disturbed especially at night.I was so not cool with this idea - first of all - I appreciate my MIL's concern but staying with her in the same room for 1 whole month is kinda nightmare for me...I mean we are very different people and I just knew it she'll be on with her advice all the time and that was just what I wanted to avoid.Second, why should my hubby not be involved if the baby is not sleeping at night...its our baby not just mine so we we have to share the load (So did I thought - dream world scenario).

So after much contemplation and convincing she agreed that I should stick to my room and we'll manage the whole thing that way only.The baby was fast asleep all through this - in the first few days he slept like he would never get to sleep again during the day and at night it was playtime.Everybody who had not spent the night with him yet was under the impression that he is like an angel and what trouble can this little angel bring but they were in for a surprise in just about a few days :)

We had a small celebration in the evening - a yumm cake was cut which I could barely taste (you're supposed to be on semi-solids for a while after c-sec till your digestive system gives a go ahead to attack real food), mum and I were already exhausted and were just waiting to sleep.I tried eating half a chapati with dal but could barely finish that. First time in my life I had gas problem - stomach ache due to gas and man its terrible.To add to that was my back ache and off course the stitches. I was taking a pain killer but once the effect was off...the pain returned with a bang...especially when I felt like I need to turn (and I thought this problem will go away with pregnancy).

First cry...as earlier...started with a squeaky sound and then started to grow loud...but this time we had no nurse to rescue us..we had to manage on our own. My mum was holding the baby in her arms and I was trying to make his milk. Due to the stitches I wasn't exactly quick and in the initial days we did not have the sense to keep warm water handy so that the whole process can be faster.So I made his milk and put it in the warmer..but this baby was damn hungry and he was wailing by now...his face all red and my eyes all big with the intensity of this whole scene.

I think I was more scared of the fact that his wail would wake up everyone in the house and what will they think that I can't even manage this..trust me this thought keeps coming back to you especially if you are staying with your in laws..that you are being judged.The whole waking up scene at night kept repeating every 1-2 hours and both me and my mum looked like zombies by now.Around 6 in the morning my husband came to our room and I just told him to take over the duty so that we could sleep for a while at least. I opened my eyes after a while and I saw 4 of us lying flat on our bed...me...my mom...my hubby and the little monster baby (that's how perception changes after spending a night at home with your baby) and he was the only one with a faint smile of satisfaction..rest of us looked demented to say the least!