Riding Waves of Grace: Joey's Birth Story Part V
Parts I , II , III , IV Mark went home Sunday afternoon to relieve my mom. We knew our kids needed their daddy, and he would bring them for a visit in the evening. Attached to monitors and an IV, I lay in bed, reassured by the quiet galloping of baby's heart. Doctors and nurses came and went, introducing themselves and explaining their particular role in my care. Not my most glamorous moment. This was taken shortly before Joey was born, but it's representative of how I looked for the first 48 hours in the hospital, as well. Meanwhile, the effects of the Mag set in. My eyes no longer focused on the same plane, I felt weak and my kidneys went into overdrive. I was required to ask for help getting out of bed, and I though I tried to hold off for as long as possible between trips, I joked to my nurse that I felt bad that she was spending her whole shift taking me to the bathroom. That afternoon, I got an answer to my unasked question about why my doctor had transferred