Growth

One of the things I really enjoyed before . . .all this. . .was planting. I'm a horticulture junky.

A few days ago, I began the carousel of plants. As you have plants for years and years, they outgrow their pots. I repotted three plants one of which was a Aglaonema. It's a beautiful houseplant that is native to Asia and has thusly coined the common name of Chinese Evergreen. 

Unfortunatly the pot that the Aglao  was in was a heavy concrete pot. I didn't realize this until I had picked it up and walked about 10 feet. Then I felt my back tense like it was a rubberband about to snap. I quickly put it down knowing I had re-injured my back.

Being the stubborn person I am, and seeing the mess of the potting carousel, I sat down and continued to repot until I had moved most of the plants around. I'm still stewing about the Pothos I have to repot. Maybe I'll post photos of them once they are all moved.

Yesterday and today I've been thinking about this. Caring for something that can't move and I went back to the time in the hospital and the nurses.

When I first came to the hospital I had a great nurse. She kept trying to get me to lay down and I thought I was in labor. I wanted to move, so move I did. She got me a ball and even sat on the floor and held on the EFM while I bounced or wagged.

My Midwife checked me at one point, as I told her I had found meconium, and she didn't find any meconium or fluid. So then she asked me if I wanted to labor in the shower. I did. I went in there and sat on the ball and the surges stopped.

She said I wasn't in active labor, I wasn't dilated and only slightly effaced. She was going to send me home, but while I was there, she sent me up for an ultrasound.Until then I had wonderful nurses.

After the section I got a nurse that was very short with me. I was recovering from major abdominal surgery and was a brand new mom. She would scold me that I needed sleep. I let my husband sleep our first night, he has narcalepsy so I told him I would take the night shift and he agreed I would be able to sleep in the morning.

Every two hours this horrible nurse came in and woke Little Man. Every two hours she woke me. I wasn't able to get out of bed. I was terrified of my sons cries. I couldn't do anything to get him. So I would get Little Man to sleep and she would come in and wake him. I kept asking to be uncatherised. I kept asking her to remove the compressors from my legs, she refused. She refused to give me water and then would yell at me for not having produced enough urine.

Then she would yell at me for not sleeping and THEN she took my son to the 'nursery.' I told her no pacifier or formula. "Well, he will disturb the other babies. Then their mothers will have to get up!"

I felt horrible doing it but I said okay. He had a great latch. I wasn't worried. When he came back to me in the morning, there was blood in his diaper and he wouldn't latch. He didn't want me at all.

I spent that first morning exhausted from surgery and being a new mother and blaming the pacifier for our new latch problems.

I have to stop. I'm getting upset. Guess I know what I'm going to talk about at therapy tonight.