Well the first full day with Nohea was a quite pleasant one. I am hoping we are not in for any suprises tonight, but after last night it really doesn't matter.

After having the baby yesterday, Mistie and Nohea had to hang out in recovery until 12:30am, and then we were transferred over to the postpartum room. This is the room that we will stay in until they allow us to go home. So by the time we where allowed to go to our "home away from home", we were all worn out. One would think that we would all be tired and in need of some rest, but the nurses and the med techs that work nights had other plans. I understand that they play extremely important roles, but from a worn out Dad's perspective, it seems that they think it is funny and some sort of initiation into parenthood. It starts off by the shift nurse helping you get into the room, and understand where everything is, then they say something like, "go ahead and get some rest, and we will check in on you through out the night, but we will be quite and you will be able to sleep". In reality what happens is they wait patiently outside your room until the lights go out then they like to start knocking on the door and then come in and check on you. They say stuff like, "Are you guys sleeping?", "I just need to know if you want your medicine now or in 30mins", "I just wanted to ensure you are resting...do you need anything?". Then the door slams and you are suppose to go back to sleep, for another 7-15 minutes before they come back again and repeat the same 'keep 'em tired' tatics. I would prefer that they did it more military style and kick a trash can into the room yelling "Get up" and firing a 50cal machine gun into the air. At least then I wouldn't be suckered into thinking that they are here to nurse us back to 100% health so we can be ready to take the new baby home and do it ourselves.

The husband sleeping arrangments here at Baylor are far different then that of Plano Presby. At Plano Presby, it was a hard couch that seemed to attempt at breaking your back while you rested on it. Here at Baylor, I would love to have that couch, instead of this crappy fold out chair-bed. It is almost like they built the room, bought an expensive bed for the mother, and then were like..."oh yeah, the Dads.". Which this would explain why my chair bed was out in the hallway when we first go into our room. I managed to move it into our room and put it to some use. I have been through the Navy's SERE school and I am aware of some military tatics that are used to get information, but I don't think the military is aware that this chair-bed exists or I would have seen it in SERE school or at the very least breaking news out of Guantanmo and some prison camp. While I am typing this post, I have thoughts running through my head wondering if I will even be able to stand up at the break of dawn tomorrow. We will see.

The day went great and Nohea has been the perfect little angel. Mistie allowed me to go "Skin to Skin" with Nohea, and that has to be the best thing about having a baby. If you never have experienced taking your shirt off and having a little baby sleep on your chest, then I am sorry, you are missing out.

Mistie has been getting up and moving around, which is a positive sign. I have to keep telling her that she had major surgery and that her stomach is only being held together by stiches so she needs to slow down and take it easy. I guess in the "super Mom" handbook it doesn't point out this small inconvenience. If you have a cape, nothing else matters - it seems.

Tomorrow, Ellorah is going to meet her little sister. We are curious to see how that goes. I know Mistie and I will be glad to see her.

Here are some photos from 9/25/08 that we took.

Nohea 9-25-08