1st May 2007. They have been waking me up every 3 hours to take my pressure reading and to check on my bleeding. I hoped they would just leave me be as it was painful for me every time they moved me. The nurse brought Michael to me at 10am. He is a delight to hold and cherish but only for 15 minutes before they had to take him back. Visitors started to crowd the room. I am grateful for friends and family being there, else the boredom would kill me.
2nd May 2007. Still couldn't get down from the bed, too weak to walk. Other moms that shared the ward with me took their turns to see their newborn in the nursery but I was stuck in bed and had to wait. I being to tell myself not to fall sick or get injured again so I can be there with baby. More visitors today, my neighbours thought that I was some dignitary or something. Just friends from church and family, I said.
3rd May 2007. Tried to be on my feet again but the journey only lasted to the toilet and I began to faint. Another blow to my plans to go home early. By then, I was missing Michael and home terribly and I requested to check out. After noon, I had Michael swaddled in a towel and was on my way home. Nothing beats the liberation of going home.
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