The Life Of A Veterans Wife.

During recovery..

I wake up in recovery begging for my babies. Raymond by my side smiling at me and shushing me to calm down and lay back down. The nurse came to check my vitals and assured me my baby was doing well. Jessica was still in neonatal critical care unit on a nasal cannula to help with her breathing....nurse told me to rest because until I was out of recovery I couldn't see my baby girl. I laid there asking Raymond all sorts of questions.

He answered them eagerly and said someone wanted to talk to me. He dialed my daddy and handed me the phone. Daddy quickly congratulated me on his beautiful granddaughter and said he would see me when we got out of the hospital.

I complained to the nurse again that I wanted to see my babies. She assured me I had another hour in recovery before I could see my baby girl. Still fogged from anistisia I asked about my son...where he was...the nurse pouted and said I have a beautiful daughter in the neonatal icu. Raymond just looked at me awkwardly.

I closed my eyes and when I awoke the nurse said it was time to be put into my room. I begged her to call the nursery to get my babies to me. She assured me as soon as I was settled she would call and have the nursery bring Jessica to me. Raymond followed me with my things to the new room.

Before the nurse left she called the nursey at the neonatal icu ward. She said they were bringing her to me and that Jessica no longer needed the oxygen to help her breath. I was relieved. Raymond had informed me that my mother and sister Trista had arrived along with my ex-brother-in law Jason and my nehphue Kaleb.

I frowned only wanting to see my mother I told Raymond to go get only my mother from the waiting area. To leave Trista behind because I only wanted my mommy. He left only to return a few moments later with my mother and unfortunately Trista and the rest of the clan followed. Shortly after the nurse wheeled Jessica's bassinet into the room and instantly my mother and Trista ambushed it before I could even see her. My mom cried and so did Trista. Momma uncovered her and looked her over and said all ten fingers and toes were present and she was beautiful. She gave her kisses and hugged her after wrapping her back up in her blanket. Trista itched to hold her so my momma handed her off.

I cleared my throat and begged for my daughter. I haven't seen her yet can I please hold my daughter now I said to Trista. She got mad but reluctantly handed her to me. She was beautiful...I unwrapped her and held her very tiny hand. Kissing her forehead. All of a sudden I felt dizzy. I screamed for someone to take her.

I feared of dropping her. The meds they gave me for pain all of a sudden made my arms go numb. The nurse advised me that it would fade but to be careful when holding Jessica. After everyone visited and took pictures they left us. Raymond held Jessica while I slept off the rest of the anistisia. The nurse came in and woke me for vitals. Realizing Jessica wasn't in the room and Raymond was alseep on the fold out bed next to me I asked the nurse where my babies were. Puzzled she looked in my chart and tensed up. She told me my son was no longer present. But my daughter was alive and happy just back into the nursery up in the neonatal icu ward. She had began to have breathing issues again while I slept and the nurses took her back for more oxygen and observation..