I’m home, sitting in bed, so comfy. I can go up the stairs but I haven’t tried going down yet - I imagine that will be hard. But we’re about to leave to go pick up Freebird, and bringing Baba with us. That should be an adventure - though I imagine Freebird will be happy to have his mama home. He’s been very ornery at bedtime to not have me around, according to Hubby.

I am so looking forward to sleeping in my own bed, though. Even if I get woken up a bunch of times by hungry baby, I’m so ready to sleep in the huggy bed. 

Going home from the hospital today. And even though I miss my Hubby and the animals and my bed, I am a little sad to leave the Hotel Percocet. It’s rather nice here.

And it’s a lot easier to remember to not over do things when I’m in a hospital room. At home, I got stuff to do that I can’t do yet! That will be frustrating.

But it will be so wonderful for Hubby to climb a flight of stairs to say goodnight to Baba, instead of saying goodnight and then driving half an hour home to go to bed. 

Number of times I’ve been peed on: 2

Number of times I’ve had my blood pressure taken: 6 million

Number of times I’ve taken a nap: 3

Number of times I’ve been asked by a nurse if I’ve passed gas: 4 (apparently this is VERY IMPORTANT)

Number of nurses I’ve had today: 3

Number of minutes I’d known the current nurse before I had to tell her that I’d farted up a storm all afternoon: 1

Number of hours with Baba O’Riley in my room: 12+ and counting (he hangs out with me all day then goes to the nursery at night so I can sleep)

Number of farts he’s made: countless

Number of nurses who have asked obsessively after HIS gas: 0

Number of diapers, bottles of formula, wipes, and receiving blankets that have found their way to my bag: many many many

Number of percocet I’ve taken today: 4

Number of nights left at the Hotel Percocet: 1

Liveblog Emmys + percocet = I make no guarantees that I’m going to make sense.

Ellen Pompeo is weird looking already but she is currently sporting 3/4ths of a hairstyle. WHY WHY WHY?

I do not as a rule like dresses that are tight all over but fare at the bottom. It’s only nice for your ankles but you look like the opposite of having your pants around your ankles and trying to walk.

This theatre in the round style is just bizarre. If you are wearing a short skirt at the Emmys? You are PRAYING the camera isn’t up your hoohah when you decide to cross your legs.

Katherine Heigl (aka Keigl) just won an Emmy and TOTALLY said “Shit.” HA! And I’m always touched when winners acknowledge the other nominees.

The writers for the various variety shows should be nominated for just the part where they say their names. The Bill Maher feet under the men’s room door thing made me wheeze.

Whoever this guy is who won for the Tony Bennet miniseries, I couldn’t turn the volume down fast enough.

Ali Larter looks like she’d be a lot of fun to have a beer with, but she also looks like after that beer, she gets reallllly doofy.

There is no limit to the depths of my loathing of Ryan Seacrest. The only person I want to smack around more than him is that guy Billy who is like a super-annoying Ryan Seacrest.

RBelle has a fast forward button. I do not. My channel changer is on the same dohickey as the nurse call button, so I can lower the volume and summon drugs but I can’t fast foward.

There’s more!

1. Percocet is great for pain but it makes me a noddy-headed space-cadet.

2. Abdominal staples hurt.

3. The hospital is like a hotel with drugs.

4. Well, most hotels don’t have ORs, but still. It’s very very nice here.

5. Freebird has met Baba, and so far he’s unimpressed. Just wait until he figures out that Baba is moving in with us!

6. Want another pic? OK!  Here you go!

Baba O’Riley arrived at 9.20pm on September 14, 2007 - 7lbs. and 7 oz. Baby and mama are just fine.

The short story: after laboring all day, we never got the party started so it moved into the OR where I had a C-section. Baba arrived happy and healthy, and I am sore but there is morphine involved so I’m doing ok. We are blessed and happy to have a healthy baby boy. Thank you for all your kind thoughts throughout the day!

Pictures? But of course!

So: the good news:

Epidural is in, and I feel no pain BUT I can still wiggle my toes. I can feel the contractions but they don’t hurt. AND the anaesthesiologist? Steelers fan!

Baby is well and happy but....

DOES NOT WANT TO COME OUT. I’m almost maxed out on pitocin dose, and they’re waiting to see if I dilate more. I’m hoping I don’t end up with a c-section, but the truth is, I don’t care if the baby comes out my nose, so long as its healthy. That said, I’ve been working all day here. What the crap?!

Come ONNNN Baba! Bring it ON!