Getting Ready for the Hospital

Check in time for my c-section is at 2:00pm today. Which is fine, because that will give me the morning hours for some prayer time and final organizing of The Hospital Bag. (Which, by the way, has been packed and standing at the ready for four days now. You never know when God might have different plans than your conveniently scheduled late-afternoon c-section.)


MIL came over yesterday to help me set up a "baby station" downstairs. See, our house is fairly good in size and it's split over two storeys. I've been advised to avoid climbing the stairs for a week or so post-op. We figured if we had a baby station upstairs and down, I could mobilize once per day and pretty much hang out on one floor or the other. So downstairs in the great room, we now have:


1. diapers in diaper caddy (with various other diaper-related detritus)
2. wipes
3. burp cloths
4. vibrating chair
5. onesies of various sorts
6. The Boppy
7. waterbottle
8. baby journal
9. baby reference materials

I awakened early this morning to go hang a flag outside our front door. I had given DH an American flag with wooden pole for his first Father's Day this past year. (Yes, it was a fetal father's day, but he was still a father even though his son was unborn!) I scouted out a cute baby-themed flag from eBay a few months ago, and I spent time yesterday washing and pressing it for flying. It was fun to take it out this morning and fly it in front of our landing. Baby isn't here yet, but he'll be here at 4pm today. So I figured we should fly the flag for the entirety of his birth day.

I've been advised not to eat or drink anything for at least eight hours before the surgery. Eight hours. Telling a pregnant lady not to eat or drink anything for that long is tantamount to telling a singer not to sing. It's just not right. So I have to do some serious "last meal" preparations this morning. One of the odder requirements of a c-section is that the mother not eat any food post-surgery until she has passed gas. That's right...no food until I flatulate. Seems really odd and entirely unladylike, but there it is. So I could conceivably go without food until some time tomorrow. At least I'll have access to some clear broths and water post-op. (Yummers.) So I have to eat something hearty and healthy this morning with the wishful thinking that it will sustain me for the next several hours.

I'll be drinking my favorite Morning Thunder Berry Smoothie to help hold off the hungries today

I'll also plan to have a piece of whole wheat toast and a Morningstar Farms veggie sausage patty. It's a power breakfast, if ever there was one! (It's a hearty breakfast for a stomach that is currently being squished by a tiny pair of feet!)

Will hope to post some stats after Little Guy makes his appearance. I may be in the hospital for up to three days, so posting may take a while.

Next time I post, I'll be a mother!