OK, so I left off with Cecilia having been born after a very harrowing and in many ways disappointing labor. Here's how postpartum went.
We staying in the L&D room for a couple of hours. I was all sewn up and Cecilia was clean and wrapped up and latching on, even if she wasn't getting anything yet. Clearly I underestimated how exhausting childbirth is, because I don't even remember thinking about sleep, and the next thing I knew, an hour had passed with me conked out and Chris cuddling Cecilia.
I had asked the nurses if we could transition into recovery with Cecilia, which means skipping the "mandatory" hour in the nursery and having the usual procedures done there in the room. Since we were declining so many of the usual procedures, it didn't seem like it would be a big deal. I didn't want to be separated from Cecilia for an instant longer than necessary. We got our wish and Cecilia was wheeled to our room in her little bassinet, with me riding alongside in my wheelchair.
The first thing I did was demand food, after having been without for 24 hours by that point. I devoured the sandwich they brought me in approximated 1.3 seconds, and demanded more food. We had brought a bunch of snacks with us so I just kept munching.
Those first few hours in our room are a blur to me. I don't really remember much except staring at Cecilia like I had never seen anything so phenomenal in my life-- and I hadn't. I kept saying to Chris over and over again, "How is it possible that we made this tiny, perfect little thing?" We had a lot of visitors coming in and out and by 8 I was ready for more sleep.
Cecilia wasn't supposed to sleep in bed with me, but I refused to let her go. Luckily, I slept lightly enough that when the nurse would open our door to check my stats or Cecilia's, I could pretend I'd been awake the whole time. There's no way that baby was going to be out of my arms!
Lucky Chris got to change all of her early diapers because I was forced to stay in bed for 24 hours after the mag was given to me. There was one awesome meconium incident where she had pooped, Chris started to change her and, like a baby animal, she was stimulated to poop more by her butt being wiped. So three or four times she pooped before she finally stopped and could be diapered again.
The one hardship of postpartum came that first night. Around 1 am, the nurse took Cecilia's temperature and said that it was too low. They had to take her to the nursery for 1 hour under the warming lights. That hour was the hardest thing for me. I cried, and I got the laptop out to update Facebook, the forums, etc, because I needed something to do to distract me from the very physical ache of missing my girl. When she got back, the nurses told me she was wonderful, slept the whole time even with other babies crying. I nursed her again and we both went to sleep.
There were a couple more little things that happened while there, but most aren't noteworthy. I had my IV line and catheter removed early the next morning (less than 24 hours after the mag, but I was clearly feeling fine and chomping at the bit to get up), and then early the following day, Thursday, we were okayed to go home. Finally, our life with our perfect little girl was beginning!