About a hour after Ryan was born, I was switched over to the post partum wing of the hospital. I LOVED my nurse over there she was so nice and sweet. I told her I was still having some serious contractions, and she came in with some medicine. Then my husband came in and told me they had to put Ryan into the NICU. He was running a fever, and I had a fever when I was delivering. The doctors were worried that he had got Group B strep during labor. I had been given 2 rounds of antibiotics, and my doctor didn't think he had it. Finally about 4 hours after he was born, they let me go see him. Words can not explain the feeling of holding your baby for the first time, I was so in love and just wanted to stay with him. He was sleeping like a little angel, so we headed back to the room. I finally got to take a shower, and then tried to catch some sleep. The next day the neonatologist came in and said either he would be going home on Wednesday or he would have to stay for 7 more days. The pit of my stomach did flips, I did not want to leave the hospital with out my baby. Nothing was going the way I had planned, I didn't plan for an induction, or a horrible process to get Ryan here. I didn't plan for my baby to be sick, or for him to have to stay in the NICU, and never get to room in with me. I didn't plan on not being able to nurse him or possibly not take him home with us. We did some serious praying and asked God to make sure our baby was ok. Fast forward to Wednesday, we waited all day for the results of Ryan's labs. The nurses wanted to discharge me, but were waiting on the results. Finally we got results on Ryan's cultures. He did not have an infection and could go home!! Praise God. We packed up and headed home. He was ours finally! No more doctors, no more nurses, no more needles and most importantly no more being apart!
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