A Few Quirky Things to Remember...

A few strange/humorous/interesting things happened surrounding Jonas' birth that I wanted to remember so I am writing down here:

• After my grandmother decided my water had broke, she handed me a hand towel to stuff in my under wear so I had quite the padding as I walked into the hospital. I hoped no one would notice my huge, puffy pants.
• Since my grandmother checked me in, a few nurses referred to her as my mother. I think that compliments Grandma. Way to go grandma!
• When the anesthesiologist came in, he was stunned as he looked at my grandfather. My grandfather worked as an anesthesiologist for several years here in Shreveport and lots of the medical staff are aware of him. This doctor, Dr. Wheelhouse, stated that my grandfather was there on his first procedure. It's just fun how everyone treats my grandfather like a celebrity.
• Then, while Dr. Wheelhouse was giving me my spinal block, I got a jolt to my butt. Luckily, the spinal block still worked :)
• I felt like such a wimp, I was moaning more about how sore I was from them pushing on my stomach than I was about my contractions. I felt like I was going to throw-up but thankfully, I didn't.
• The night after the C-section, my face started itching. I told the nurse I thought mosquitoes had bitten me all over my face (see, we have a mosquito problem at home and it is not uncommon for me to wake up with bites on my hands and face). The nurse asked me if I felt any bumps and I had to concede that there were none. She told me it was a reaction to the medicine and gave me Benadryl. I felt better after a few hours. I felt a little silly thinking that the hospital had a mosquito infestation.
  
• I knew I was in Louisiana because of the very Southern- style meals I had. My Saturday lunch was a chicken and rice dish with okra (a nasty vegetable they like to add to stews here). Dinner was catfish (yum!) and every meal was served with iced tea. I definitely would not have been served iced tea in Rexburg!
• And one last, embarassing moment. Brian went home for a few hours on Saturday so I tied my own gown on and went up to the NICU to visit Jonas. I had not tied it well and this I knew because I was holding it closed in the back but then I had to wash my hands. A nurse came by and say, "Woah, you are hanging out back here," She proceeded to help me tie it better. Whoops..