There’s something strangely symbolic about having a baby as spring arrives. New life surrounded by new life.
My original c-section was scheduled for March 20, the first day of spring, but given various complications, my c-section was moved up to March 13. Which means this baby is already a week old!
I’m still working on his birth story post, but in a nutshell, this c-section experience was WAY different than my first one in almost every possible way. Some good, some bad. The best news is that S didn’t have to go to NICU. We had only one low blood sugar reading, but after a feeding, things stabilized and we no longer had to test his sugars after the first day. Hallelujah! All those appointments and pills and dieting and testing and insulin shots and finger pricking actually worked! And because of that, I can now say it was all so very worth it.
Having him here and part of our family has been nothing short of amazing. Having already gone through the newborn stage before, I appreciate these early days so much more. I have a hard time putting him down, even though my entire body aches. He’s so much smaller than D was and I both love it and hate it. Love it because we can actually use newborn size clothes and diapers and it’s all just so freakin’ cute. Hate it because he’s SO TINY and fragile and I worry about how much he’s eating, if it’s enough, and how to fatten him up faster.
Speaking of D, everyone’s been asking me what he thinks of the new baby. The fact of the matter is, he doesn’t think much at all of him, except when he cries. When he cries, D will run to him to check things out. If the hubs is changing the baby’s diaper and he’s crying, D will hug my husband’s leg. But unless this baby is making his presence known, D really doesn’t pay much attention to him. And it took almost an entire week before D finally stole one of S’s pacis. I consider that a pretty good run.
I’ll try to get the birth post up in the next few days, while it’s still fairly fresh in my mind.