Breaking out of Prison, I mean the hospital.

It was a very comforting feeling to move upstairs to the fourth floor of the Birthing Center.  I could finally move my toes, we were out of recovery, and we had our baby by our side.  God is so good.  That night's sleep however, was not so good.  The baby was already doing great and working on eating.  The nurse brought Steve a strange turkey boxed meal and I got ice chips.  I know, lucky me.  They had to make sure I wasn't going to throw up from the meds and fun stuff they had been pumping into my body.
That first night, or I should say - the remaining hours that were left of those wee morning hours were horrible trying to sleep.  They put these strange wraps on your legs that fill up and then deflate, over and over again, to prevent blood clots in your legs.  So, between the noise of those and the pressure on my legs and the itching all over my body from the epidural wearing off made sleeping virtually impossible.
The nurse came in about 3 or 4am to check vitals and give me pain meds.  I wanted something for the itching too, so on top of the buffet of meds I already had, she gave me oxycodone and injected benadryl into the IV in my hand.  I hate pain meds and I hate how groggy cold meds make you.  I felt like one of the addicts on Intervention that nods off while being interviewed.  I couldn't keep my head up, let alone eyes open.  I got some much needed sleep for a couple hours after that. 
Later that morning, (now Monday, October 18th), I finally ate some real food.  I was starting to feel slightly more human once again.  Over the course of the next few days, family and friends visited.  Sometimes it was too much for one day and I would break down crying at the end of it, but it was all leading to that final day.  The day of the big prison break, going home from the hospital that is. 
Since Brooklyn was considered "preemie" she had to pass a car seat tolerance test.  So, on Tuesday we had to bring in her seat and get her all strapped in to sit in the nursery for an hour to be monitored.  They do this to make sure they get enough oxygen sitting in the seat.  Fortunately, she passed and it took us one step closer.  They encouraged me to get out in the halls and try walking, which I did and it made me that much more stir crazy to get out of there.  Between the visitors wanting to see us and the baby and the doctors and nurses constantly checking in on us, we didn't have much time to just enjoy our new family member.
Finally, Wednesday (October 19th) arrived.  We had our last meal and geared up to break free.  We crossed all our "t's" and dotted our last "i" and were finally set free.  Although it felt like it took me an hour to walk out to the truck, that fresh air never smelled so good!  Getting into the truck felt like another hour and the ride home was miserable.  You don't realize how much you use your core muscles until you tense accidentally at ever little bump you encounter in the road.
Finally, home sweet home.  We had the rest of the day to enjoy having our new little one at home to get settled, until the next day - when I would get tested with even more things to add to my list of ailments and this dramatic adventure of bringing little Brooklyn into this world.