Announcing our newest arrival

I cropped this and made it black & white for the weaker viewers. It's exactly what you think it might be. You're welcome.

Utie Rose came into this world on Tuesday, April 28, at approximately 8:35 central time. She's resting peacefully in a pathology bucket at the lab. She is described as being about 8 ounces, and spongey. For the record, and because you KNOW I asked my doctor, typically, a good uterus is "firm" not spongey.

I did my best to harass pre-op and post-op recovery people. The fun thing about when you come out of a surgery like that, they HAVE to listen to you. So, I had a good performance from what I hear. My doctor said so. Hey, I'm just trying to make the world a funner place, even in the stirrups.

Proud momma is resting well at home now.

I'm a little upset that I don't have my magic button of morphine, nor a button to push when I needed ANYTHING, to eat, for drugs, even to go pee. Now THAT is a powerful button.

While at the hospital, I was shocked at how many different nurses come and go. Could be the morphine, but seemed like there was a Charge Nurse, a nurse-nurse, a resident doctor, a student nurse and some lab guy on occasion. On top of that, they all change shifts and really, all that matters is that I got my morphine, percocet and diet sprite in a timely manner. At the beginning of my room stay, my first nurses came in and made me roll over, needed to check something or other, I'm guessing the spinal tap or something. Anyways, I'm all drugged up and the nurse loves my new tattoo!

"Oh, well let me tell you all about it!" In my head, it sounded like a beautiful poem, three best friends, Carrie died, the tat is a promise...Carrie watches over Yallison & Leslie. But outloud, with the spinal tap, and now the awesome morphine drip, must have been horrific, because I don't think I saw those ladies again. NEXT!

And then, my 7a-7p shift, my charge nurse came in. And her name was Carrie. And after all of those nurse changes, just seemed like Carrie was my constant. She took such good care of me, and hugged me when I left.

I texted Yallison, "My nurse is named Carrie." Because Yallison is the only one who would understand my desperate attempt to cling to any coincidences or signs from our girl. She wrote me back, "She's your guardian angel!"

To which I wrote back, "Well my guardian angel just took my catheter out. I heart her."

Interesting things that happened while I was there:
1. Everytime a baby is born, they blare Kenny G's version of Lullabye on the entire hospital speaker system. I loved it. Just such a sweet and precious reminder when you're barfing up your meds after having your uterus removed.
2. I was on the oncology floor. Not cool, folks. And when they made me walk the floor, I only felt a little bit of guilt when I lapped the other hospital robed walkers.
3. Today, I guess there was a fire on the third floor. Thank God I wasn't on the second floor where I was supposed to be initially, and I got to lap those oncology patients. You know what they do when there is a fire? They shut your door.
4. 2 percocet + 1 hospital big ass pill of motrin + empty stomach at 4a.m. = leslie carrying a barf bucket with her everywhere she goes.

It's 5 o'clock - bedtime.
That's how I roll.