Well, then.

As I type this, I am sitting here in a hospital bed with the sweetest 4 day old in my lap. I'm on the mend and he is more than perfect. The last week though, has threw me in quite a loop of, "did that all really just happen?" I haven't seen my girls in almost 24 hours and I'm missing them.  My milk is in and holy moly, porn boobs! How could I forget about that?!

Judah's birth story is half way written up. I was in the middle of it when I really started to feel wonky Saturday night, and had to stop writing and go to bed.  A few hours after that, I woke back up with a slight fever. A fever in a new mom is NOT good at all, so I called my midwife to see what she thought I should do.  With my symptoms combined, (lower, achy stomach/uterus, headache, fever/chills,) it did not look good and sounded a lot like some kind of infection so we went to the ER right away.

Sure enough, after doing multiple blood tests and an ultrasound, the doctor found that I indeed did/do have an aggressive infection that is in the lining of my uterus. It's called endometritis, and can happen, (surprise, surprise,) after having a long labor, among other things. Here's a link with more information on it.   My treatment for it called for 48 hours of IV antibiotics, followed with another round of antibiotics when we get home.

Right now, I'm on around hour 36 and feeling much better, more like myself again. I think I have about two rounds left of IV antibiotics and then I'll be on my way home. I feel like I haven't seen the girls in a week and am so ready to just be at home, create Christmas things with them, and just be. As hard as the last week has been, it's really blessing and a miracle that Judah and I are doing as well as we are. Everything, anytime could always be a million times worse, so I've been holding onto that lately.