Nurses: Specifically, Emily Ilowit at St. Peters’ labor and delivery unit. She was, in a word, amazing. As my sister (who was in the delivery room) said “whatever they pay doctors, nurses should make four times as much.”
Emily managed my pain, brought me plenty of beef broth, Popsicles and the only kind of Jell-O I’ll touch (orange).
She helped me shower, and go to the bathroom and held bucket after bucket after bucket as I threw up throughout delivery. She let me hang on her and exclaim (I never screamed :)) “why aren’t those drugs working?!?” when, well, they weren’t working. She may or may not have had some dealings with my catheter and she never, ever left my bedside. She was … spectacular and someone I’m sure I’ll remember for many, many years.
R: I got on-the-bathroom-floor sick right after C was born, which meant R had to take care of both of us. He spent his days (and nights) changing, feeding and caring for C and holding my hair back, helping me into bed and bringing me a plethora of clear foods and drinks. I always loved him (of course), but seeing him in his new role as a dad added a whole layer of respect and admiration.
My mom: Having a daughter makes me realize just how my mom feels about me and Cindy — how she’s always willing to help us out and made a life out of putting us first. That is exactly how I feel about C, and what I want to do for her.
Also, I now regret all the mean things I said in my teen years, and the times (I’m sure there was more than one) that I said “I hate you.”
Single moms (and dads): I love being home with C — love it. There are days, though, where it’s 4 p.m. and I’ve done nothing for myself/the house (other than take a shower). My days are filled with feedings, changings, playing, etc. Thing is, I’m fortunate enough to have my partner here on nights and weekends. I can’t imagine going at this alone 24-7.