I was finally allowed to drink water. They told me to go slow. I chugged it. I needed it. I was later allowed soup, and finally some "pre-approved" food. I was confined to the bed for the first 24 hours. I kept begging to be allowed to get up. Eventually they came in to take the catheter out and let me try to get up. They said that if I felt dizzy at all, to let them know. (I felt dizzy but kept my mouth shut, I wanted to change a diaper!!!!) I made the long walk to the bathroom and tried to go pee, to no avail. I made the long walk back to my bed. People came to visit and hold the baby. She slept beautifully while people were there. Of course.
After about four attempts, I was finally able to go pee. It was shocking how swollen EVERYTHING was. I mustered up the strength to take a shower. I don't think I was actually clean, but I felt better. We posted baby pictures to facebook, and loved on our baby girl. The more that wires and tubes that were removed the more I felt human again. We were there a total of four days, and were ready to go home. I wasn't really in any pain from the surgery. I was taking some painkillers twice a day, so I was feeling fine.
They came in to remove my staples and put on some steri strips. The strips were way more comfortable. I expected the removal of the staples to hurt a little but, but it did not. I tried putting on my maternity pants that I wore to the hospital, but I couldn't get them over my swollen thighs because of all the IV fluids. I had to wear some gigantic pajama pants that still barely fit.
We put G in her coming home outfit and we were on our way. The drive home was terrifying. Nothing like a newborn in the car to make you feel like everyone is out to get you.