I meant to write this post a few days ago, but as is to be expected, life with a newborn + dealing with my dying grandfather = the most unproductive period of my life, ever. So you know what that means? Bullets.
- It took me a few days to get around to it, but I finally designed and ordered D’s birth announcements this week and I cannot wait to see how they turn out. I should receive them by Thursday and with any luck, I’ll get them addressed and mailed by next weekend.
- On Friday, D’s stump (aka umbilical cord) finally fell off. I wasn’t there for the monumentos occasion but my husband told me about it. It had been hanging by a thread for a couple of days and finally made a break for it during a routine diaper change at my grandparents house. The hubs took him to the back of his SUV for a fresh diaper and I think it may still be rolling around back there somewhere. I have not looked for it.
- We’re fairly certain that D is starting to react to certain things around him. He doesn’t quite smile but opens his mouth wide as if to say “awwww” or “wow” or “Ohhhh my!” His eyes light up and we can tell he’s happy and excited. He’s also very aware of his surroundings and started noticing the mobile in his pack ‘n play. Earlier tonight, he was being fussy so the hubs took him to his nursery for a change of scenery and he LOVED it. He’d stare at the maps on the wall, watch the sailboat mobile in his crib, and look at the stuffed animals on his bookshelf. It totally distracted him from whatever he was being pissy about.
- Speaking of pissy, we had our first “up all night” experience. Typically at night, D will eat and then fall asleep for about 2.5 or 3 hours before waking up again. Then we’d change him, feed him, sometimes change him again (eating makes him poop-y) and he’d fall right back asleep. Well not last night. For whatever reason, he woke up at 2am and stayed up until about 3:30. Not really fussy – just awake. Then he snoozed in 15 minute increments until 7am. He finally went to sleep from 7-10am but has been awake most of the day with short (less than an hour) naps all day long. Let’s hope he doesn’t make a habit of this.
- Bath time is still a big hit around here. We thought maybe it was a fluke the first couple of times, but he really does love his baths. Not so much the washing him down part as he does the hair washing ritual. We typically do baths in this sequence: cleanse with a washcloth, warm water, and Cedaphil from head to toe. Then rinse with a plain washcloth and warm water. Dry with a third washcloth, then wrap him up in a towel before washing his hair. One of us will hold him, all wrapped up, while the other one washes his hair. After that, we dry his head with the drying washcloth, then unwrap him and rub Cedaphil lotion all over him. I don’t know if his patience has worn thin by the lotion portion or if he’s just mad that we’ve stopped washing his hair (I suspect the latter), but for whatever reason, he’s not usually a fan of the lotion ritual. After that, we diaper him and finally dress and swaddle him. If it didn’t require so much work and washcloths, we’d probably do it every day, but as of right now we’re on an every other day schedule.
- Pumping is getting easier, at least pain-wise. I figured out that I don’t need to put the pump on the highest setting to get just as much milk. I can put it on the lower, much gentler setting, and not feel like my nipples are getting ripped off. I still hate that I have to pump every three hours, even in the middle of the night, but I’ve been reading “Let’s Pretend This Never Happened” by Jenny Lawson (aka The Bloggess) and it’s so damn funny that I really don’t mind getting up and reading for about 15 minutes while I pump.
- My c-section scar is healing. I pulled the last of my bandages off today and inspected it. The scar itself really isn’t bad at all and won’t even be noticeable since it’s right on my bikini line. But fear of a c-section scar isn’t what’s going to keep me from wearing a two-piece in public ever again; it’s these damn stretch marks. The more my stomach shrinks, the more visible they are. Toward the end of the pregnancy, I had a few stretch marks on the right side of my lower stomach. But I guess those were just the really bad ones because now I can see tiny, light ones scattered all over the bottom of my belly. And that dark line that runs smack down the middle of a pregnant woman’s belly? Yeah, I still have that and it hasn’t faded AT ALL yet. So basically, my belly is a wreck still. The pain is mostly gone but it’s still a little tender/sore and also a little numb to the touch since I’m assuming some nerves were severed during the surgery. Things are improving though and I guess I should be a little more patient with the healing process. I mean, there’s a reason you’re given 8 weeks of leave for short-term disability after a c-section. It’s only been 3.5 weeks. I still have some time.
- And now for the obligatory cute baby photo:
Oh and just for fun, here’s one of him enjoying his bath