Two days later, I was discharged with a list of medications, two of them just supplements, and instructions to follow-up with my OB and the urologist. They made the objective clear: healthy baby, comfortable mom. Once she was born I’d need to follow-up again with CT scan to check my kidneys. I still had pain, still wasn’t eating full meals, but I was able to stay hydrated and keep food down and manage the pain I had. I still couldn’t go back to work, not while on narcotics and not up to full energy levels yet. That’s okay, plenty to do at home from upcoming holidays and a little bundle making her debut two months after that.
Jesse and I felt that parenthood crept up and hit us with more realism than even those first ultrasounds had produced. We still didn’t have a place of our own, but mom and dad’s downstairs was comfortable enough for now. I still wanted more financial stability to try to lessen the money woes. I hear there’s a bandwagon for that want. There is nothing in one’s life more delicate than one’s health, except the health of one’s child. We certainly grew closer in more ways than one during the entire experience. It may not be an exaggeration to say we’ve grown up a little as parents even. I know I’ve gotten a better check on what matters in life since then and I’m more grateful to God for the blessings I have. After all, reality checks are only a stone’s throw away.
