After holding Kenley for the first time, the nurses gave her a bath, and then we all headed into our postpartum room. The hospital I delivered at has a brand new birthing unit, and we were VERY impressed.
I couldn’t wait for Brayden to come visit! He was on his way and I had my expectations set pretty low. I didn’t know how he would react since I was still hooked up to an IV. Good thing I kept my expectations pretty low because he was NOT impressed. Not at all. He didn’t want to see his sister, really wanted nothing to do with me, and only wanted to go back out into the hallway. My mom said not to worry- that it was a lot for him to take in, and that he had been just fine at her house. They were going to come back that evening with my dad.
Well, that evening wasn’t much better. We had a TON of visitors that evening, and Brayden must have been overwhelmed. I again, was worried, but figured we would give it another day. After his speech therapy on Wednesday morning, my mom brought him back down. At this point I didn’t have the IV anymore and I was dressed in my regular clothes (YAY!) so I had higher hopes. Boy, was I wrong. He didn’t even want to kiss or hug me goodbye when they left, and after the door closed, I sat in the hospital bed and just bawled.
My mom decided not to bring him back down until Thursday, and it was like he was an entirely different child.
Did you not just melt into a puddle? He was so worried about her having her paci and it was SO cute. He kissed me goodbye and I couldn’t wait to get home the following day so we were all together in the same place.
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