Things are falling into a rhythm here in the Moneybags household - Peanut goes to work, I spent most of the day at our daughter's bedside in the NICU. She's adorable. And doing pretty well - we've had some "setbacks" a few times, but nothing major. And I put "setbacks" in quotations, because they are things that were totally expected - things like baby coming off the ventilator and then going back on (hey, she shouldn't even know how to breathe yet!), two rounds of treatment to close the hole in her heart (it appears that it worked the second time), a slightly suspicious something on her head ultrasound (could just be that she's so small right now). Stuff like that - no major infections or illnesses or other complications. Just a tiny baby that we're asking a lot of.
As for me, I'd say I am 98% recovered - I can take care of myself and my home, drive, do the grocery shopping, prepare meals, do laundry, all that sort of thing. Pretty much the only thing I am having a hard time with is wearing "real" pants - yoga pants are far more comfortable across my incision, and besides, I can get away with it in the NICU. So I do.
Emotionally, I am also doing pretty well. This was an extremely traumatic event for us, obviously. I was planning a natural childbirth with midwives attending; instead my worst nightmare came true - an emergency c-section with drugs and a surgical team of 20 people. I was scared for my life and the life of my baby during her birth. We became parents much sooner than anticipated, and with less warning than most. I have to use a breast pump to feed my child, which is impersonal and not the most pleasant sensation in the world. And yet - I am so happy that she's here, and that we're all okay, and I know that even if things don't turn out perfectly, we will continue to be okay.
So what happened? I had a placental abruption at 24 weeks and 2 days of gestation. I started bleeding heavily out of the blue and was admitted to the labor & delivery ward where I was given multiple drugs to stop labor, which sort of worked. That is, they would stop labor and then it would start again a few days later, and they would stop it and it would start, and after a week of this, Baby M was like, I've had enough, let me out! She was breech and in distress when the doctor made the decision to deliver, so there was never a chance for me to deliver normally.
All in all, despite having pretty much nothing go as planned with this pregnancy, I could not be happier or more grateful to the doctors and nurses. Every single one was compassionate, caring, gentle, and reassuring. They did their jobs and saved two lives - and if that's a little dramatic, well, they certainly changed my life forever.