I have been feeling a little down here lately. I know it’s only because my daughter has grown up and moved off to Tennessee with her boyfriend and my new grandson. The only time I got to spend with Lukah was the day he was born. I spent the night at the hospital with her that very night to help her with her new child. Seeing as she’s a 1st time mom and all. I had to go to Suboxone clinic the next afternoon, so I didn’t get to stay that next day entirely. To make matters more worrisome for this momma, I was told she was getting a blood transfusion. (Like 1 hr 1/2 half before I actually left) I can honestly say I knew she needed one also. Her poor little body had never been through that much excruciating pain. I could see she was very pale within hours after giving birth. It was all natural. No emergancy c-section or anything like that. She was shivering so badly her teeth were actually chattering together. (Literally making noise as they clincked together). I helped her a couple of times getting to the bathroom. Her skin was hot as fire and don’t you know my hands were cold as ice. So when our skin made contact it actually hurt her. Then she said, “I’m so cold.” Then this Momma replied back, “No your body is in shock from what you just went through. With me knowing that first hand it was no surprise she needed blood. She lost quite a bit giving birth. More than the norm. So they say. Even knowing I was leaving her in trusted hands with people that actually knew their job, upset me.
While she was going through her contractions, she yelled out very loudly. This only happened once though (Her yelling that loudly). One of the nurses on staff came into the room and had the nerve to get onto my child during this process. Telling her that she heard her out in the hallway. My daughter actually apologized. I wanted to pop that nurse in the mouth with what she said to my daughter in her next breath. Her words verbatum, “It’s a mental thing Mercedes, and your going to have to be more quiet.”
OMG! When I tell you I about lost my shit! How dare she? Where does she even think she gets the nerve to tell a NEW mom, that all the pain she’s experiencing is a fucking mental thing?! She’s never experienced this before.
Let me tell you guys though!! My daughter beasted her way through that 37 hour labor, and delivered a precious baby boy. Lukah! Meaning “light”. (I didn’t personally look it up, a teller at my bank told me)
8lbs 21in long. She was a trooper you guys. No narcotic pain meds until the very end of her labor/delivery. Hardly any after either. None until the next day I know. Now, tell me she ain’t a beast!
She has the worst time swallowing any type of pill no matter the size, or texture. So, naturally when given a pain pill the next day, it was difficult for her to take. Instead she chose trying to take a motrin. For stomah cramps of course. She gagged terribly with just one coated pill. Over the counter medication people. They left her room, only to return a few hours later with another pain pill for her to try taking again. Finally with round she scored at getting it down.
I’ve never been more proud, and honored at the same time, to be blessed as a grandma, and as a mother. I used to always think I’d never be around to see myself being a grandmother. I just never thought that far ahead I guess.
But here I am. In all my splendid glory. Typing away at these keys to get all this out of my head.
Awaiting to look at my phone knowing I’ll see another video ciip or picture of my precious Lukah. So close yet so far away.
I Love My Family