Bows, bells, baubles and beads

So, Bea got herself born, and we came home from the hospital Sunday evening (it took them forever to sort out the discharge, which came with a bunch of follow up appointments). On Monday, Martin’s parents brought Ro back. He rushed through the front door and put his hand on my tummy to check she wasn’t in there still, then started searching for her.

We also had a visit from the midwife, who was concerned by Bea being jaundiced so close to birth, and decided she would need checking again the next day. On Tuesday she was much more jaundiced, so we were told to take her to A&E to be admitted. We were in the hospital for about 24 hours. The children’s ward have little put up beds for parents, but after taking a look at me, they went and got me a hospital bed. They also gave me painkillers, which they aren’t supposed to do, because I hadn’t been admitted.

Thankfully, the lights did their thing, and Bea is much better, I’m not even sure she’s got any yellow left now.

Unfortunately, whilst I was worrying about Bea, I wasn’t looking after me. I managed to pull out a couple of my episiotomy stitches, which then got infected. I’m on antibiotics, and under instruction to take it easy. Which is great. Tomorrow Martin is back at work, I have to get Ro to and from preschool and go for a blood test, because they think I’m anaemic as well.

At least on Tuesday I get to see my sister.