Our hospital stay...

...the morning after our baby was born, I started to test out how it felt to get out of bed so that I could get down to the nursery to meet my baby for that very first time! Its really good motivation! All of the nurses we suprised how easily I seemed to get going.

So I headed down to meet her and my heart was racing. We couldn't get there fast enough. When we rolled in I could see her from accross the room. All of the other babies were there because they were premature. So our baby at almost 11 lbs looked like she was going to eat one of them! The very first thing I noticed was her full head of DARK hair. I couldn't be more excited about that. I knew she would have hair but I had been hoping she would take after her dad instead of me. Of coarse the next thing I noticed was that needle in her head. I started to tear up just waiting for the nurse to give her to me. It couldn't happen fast enough.





As soon as I had her in my arms. I looked at Ty and told him, "You are absolutly right, her name is Annabelle." And we both cried, not that Ty wont to admit it. Everything about it just felt right. Thinking of her full name 'Annabelle Roux Smith' just made me so excited. We choose her middle name to honor my grandma Dorff. It was her madain name and it couldn't be more perfect. Ty came up with it and I'm so grateful he did.

I instantly loved her!



We knew we would need to stay in the hospital for as long as it took her little body to regualte her blood sugar without the IV drip. Everyday, the nurses turned done her IV amount just a little. However, that required the nurses to prick her little feet every 3 hours to check her sugars. I couldn't handle watching that so I would wait on the other side of the nursery until they were done. Luckily, our little Annabelle was a trooper! All in all, it took 5 days for her to be able to get rid of the IV and be released.

From the begining, the nurses kept telling us that we would most likely need to be discharged from the hospital before Annabelle which meant going home with out her. I truly couldn't bare the thought! So when my blood pressure continued to climb even after she was born, I was just a little happy about it. I know that I should have been concerned about it, but if it meant I could stay with her, it was okay. The nurses and doctors however, we much more concerned. They had me on 2 different blood pressure medications and told me to stay in bed and only get up to feed Annabelle and use the bathroom. Everytime the nurse would come into check my blood pressure, I would just pray it would come down....but it never did. Luckily, they let me go home the same day as Annabelle!