Best Day Ever, continued

I finally got my way. I was back in my room with my baby, oh, and my husband was there too. I suppose it is kinda funny and kinda sad. Instantly my husband went from being in the forefront of my day to becoming this blur in the background. That actually sounds mean doesn't it? I didn't stop loving him, I didn't stop counting on him or believing in him. Somewhere in my body there was a "click" the moment I heard that baby cry and I switched into "mommy" and all of my heart, love, soul and energy went into the baby. Jason wasn't forgotten, simply put aside for a moment.

Jason handed me the baby after I got settled in. I couldn't believe it. It wasn't a dream. I really have a beautiful baby boy in my arms. He is a perfect little being and I am so blessed to be his mommy. I asked about his little exam. Jason said he was with him the whole time. Everything checked out. He scored 9 out of 10 on the Apgar test. He weighed 6lbs 15oz and was 19 inches long. I was so relieved. I was scared about them taking him early. What if his lungs weren't ready? Thankfully he turned out perfect and healthy.

I snuggled him close and finally let myself sleep. I doubt I slept deep enough to please the doctors, but I rested and that was all I needed.

I awoke to a strange nurse attempting to take the baby from my sleeping arms at about 10pm, I had been sleeping for about 4 hours or so. Apparently my "mommy" mouth hadn't developed because I screamed at her, " What the fuck do you think you are doing, get the hell away from me!" She took a step back in shock. A frown grew on her face, an angry frown and she tried to explain that she needed to check out the baby again for his chart. I understand that they want to keep tabs on the baby, but who can believe these people are dumb enough to attempt to take a baby out of the arms of his mother without waking her first. I guess I was still combative, you think?

I told her to examine the baby in the room in that little crib/table thingie they brought him in on. She told me it is easier to take him to the nursery. I told her no. She left. This whole exchange woke Jason and he was trying to calm me down. He offered to accompany the baby to the nursery while they did what needed to be done. I told him no. Eventually, a different, older, seasoned nurse came in, spoke with me calmly and did the exam in the room. Everything was fine. She then asked if I had attempted to breast feed. I told her no. We had all been asleep pretty much since we all got back together in the room.

She suggested I try. The baby was pissed about being poked again and he was crying but I was able to get him wrestled into position. Breastfeeding is a lot harder than it looks. He BIT ME! Ow! Then he kinda latched on and calmed down. The nurse asked me if we had decided on a name. I looked at Jason. He asked, "Does he look like a Kenneth to you?" I looked down and teared up instantly. It was perfect. A strong name, a peaceful name, a strong baby, a beautiful baby. I said, "Yes, Kenneth Henry. But let's call him Kenny."