While crying and complaining to my husband about the difficulties that came with nursing, he said something to me that he says often. “Coatneys don’t quit!” In my head, I was thinking, “Well technically I’m only a Coatney by marriage sooooo…I can still quit if I want to, right???” But I kept my internal thoughts internal and continued on with the conversation. My husband was right though.
So as my OB sat at the edge of my bed once again, he asked had we made a decision. My husband stood next to my bed with a tear stained face and told me he trusted my decision and no matter what, we would get through this together. With tears in my eyes I asked my OB to save my son. I said, “I don’t care what happens to me, just save my son.”
Days 1-2: After an entire 17 hours of labor, all I wanted to do was hold and kiss my baby…
I felt like I waited for this day forever and couldn’t wait to get home, but now the day has come and I didn’t want to leave the hospital. I’m not gonna lie, I was scared. For the last month I’ve had the help of the nurses, to help change, feed, and keep the babies on a routine.
I am filled with so many different emotions whenever I reflect on the day that I became a mom. This eventful day consisted of highs, lows, excitement, fear, frustration, happiness and sadness. Are you ready for this? OK…here goes.