Now this is a story all about how
My insides got turned all around
And I’d like to take a minute to share with you
How life has been since our family last grew
I went to the hospital on the seventh of May
Thinking that I’d have a son and soon be walking away
Laying there, nervous, ready for baby
And thinking he might be normal sized, just maybe
When a couple of doctors shared his weight with me
Started telling me her ain’t no small baby
I got all stitched up while my husband took pictures
And said “you’re moving to your hospital room via stretcher”
I vomited nine times throughout the day
Felt sick, exhausted, and not the least bit okay
I was given my baby and felt really helpless
I turned to my husband and said “I am truly useless”
Real sick, ya, real tired
Thinking this has to be some kind of a trick
Is this what recovery is going to be like?
Hmmm, this is not alright
But wait, my baby, they say he might be jaundice
Not pumping and feeding him more milk would be remiss
We wait around to see when we can leave
Not able to move, my mobility I grieve
Well, uh, we had to stay yet another night
Then the doctor came in and said my blood count just wasn’t right
I wasn’t trying to stay, it had been over three days
I denied the transfusion so I could part ways
Waited for blood test results to come back
Finally, the bilirubin levels were not out of whack
If anything, I could say that this was a relief
I thought, “so much for a hospital stay that’s brief”
We pulled into my driveway at seven at night
I hugged all of my kids and everything was alright
Looked at my family, I was finally there
To sit on my throne and take a breath of fresh air