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Five Months

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Sam’s 4 Month Update

Never mind that we’re less than 2 weeks from his 5th month birthday.

 

Weight/Length:  Nearly 16lbs and 25.5 inches long at his 4 month checkup. He’s grown almost 3 lbs this month!

Sleep: No complaints. Goes down around 8:30 and gets up around 7:30, give or take about 30 minutes on each end. Like his brother though, he’s a bit of a light sleeper and easily wakes himself and cries for a minute until I can get to his room and give him his paci.

Naps aren’t on any sort of strict schedule but he’s typically awake for about 2-3 hours at a time before taking an hour nap. Then repeat about 4 times a day.

Feeding: All bottles. Our nursing journey ended the week I went back to work and I can’t really say I miss it. I pump about 4 times a day and when he’s out of breastmilk, he gets formula. Right now, that’s around 1 or 2 bottles of formula a day and the rest is breastmilk. And unlike last time around, I’m completely okay with this. I don’t feel like a failure and clearly, you can see my child gets PLENTY to eat.

Firsts This Month: First time rolling over from tummy to back. Then, right after he turned 4 months, he went from back to tummy. We’re also hearing his first giggles. He’s incredibly ticklish, especially around his neck, thighs and tummy.

For the 4th of July, we took Sam on his first roadtrip to Kentucky to visit my parents. So now he’s been to 3 different states.

But Sam would probably say his favorite first this month was riding in the new double stroller. We bought a Baby Trend Double Jogger but won’t take it jogging ever until Sam is at least 6 months since he’s still a bit small for it.

Developments:  In addition to the rolling, he’s tolerating his playmat for longer stretches of time. And he can see us from across the room now, as evidenced by the constant smiles whenever he sees us. This kid smiles A LOT. I love it.

Likes: Just about everything. Unless he’s super tired, hungry, or distracted, it’s pretty easy to get this kid to smile. (He was tired in the picture above, hence, no smile.)

Dislikes:  He really doesn’t like to be left alone or where he can’t see people. Who does, really? But if we set him down somewhere, he needs to be able to see us or else he starts yelling for us.

What I’m Thankful For: Oh lots of things. Having a large assortment of baby boy clothes so I don’t have to buy new ones now that he’s outgrowing all his 3 month clothes. Online ordering and delivery of diapers and wipes. A firstborn son who is so sweet to his little brother. Babies who (mostly) sleep through the night. A husband that is more hands-on than even I am, and does more for our family than most. And baby giggles. Nothing beats baby giggles.

What I’m Looking Forward To:  Nothing, really. Unlike with my first, when everything was about the next milestone, I find myself wanting time to just stop, or at least slow down. I’m not looking forward to solid foods, or teething, or sitting up, or crawling, or walking, or ANYTHING. I love having a little lump of love to hold and cuddle and play with. No longer a newborn, but not big enough yet to do anything else but smile and coo. It may just be my favorite age.

How Mommy’s Doing: Now that my c-section is a distant, fading memory, I feel really good. I started a low-carb diet that lasted about a week and a half before I fell completely off the wagon. In that week and a half, I lost 5lbs though, and am within about 3 lbs of my pre-Sam weight. Still have about 15 to go before I’m pre-D weight, so I really need to get back on track. Pumping is still annoying, but I can tolerate it four times a day. And if work ever slows down, I won’t be so tired all the time. But I don’t see that happening for at least the next month. In general, things are busy and I’m tired, but everything is great. We’re living in the moment, because when you have two littles, you don’t really have much choice.

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Three Months

Weight/Length:  Just about 13lbs, according to my home scale.

Sleep: We finally have a baby who sleeps through the night!  The night before I went back to work, we gave him his first bottle of formula since he was 2 weeks old and I guess it filled his little belly because he slept from about 9pm until 7am. Now, he’s consistently sleeping from 9 or 10pm until 7 or 8am. On Father’s Day, both boys actually slept until after 9:30 am!! Crazy.

Now that said, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t still wake up. I’d say about 4-5 times a night, he wakes up crying and I have to either give him his paci or re-swaddle him and give him his paci. It only takes a second and I can usually go right back to sleep, but it’s still exhausting.

Feeding: I really can’t complain here. Up until I went back to work, I only pumped first thing in the morning and right before bed. Occasionally I’d pump once during the day, but that was more to help build up supply. The rest of the time, we were nursing and things were going well. Then, the week before I went back to work, I felt like my supply dropped. I don’t know if it was stress with so much family in town (my parents at my house for a week, Ryan’s dad, sister, aunt, niece and nephew for a few days) or if I wasn’t drinking enough water or what, but even though I was nursing, the baby was constantly hungry and within just a few days, what little stash I had built up was completely wiped out and we had to give him his first bottle of formula the night before I went back to work. On the plus side, he slept through the night as a result.

Now that I’ve been back to work for about 2 weeks, he doesn’t want to nurse. I can’t say I blame him as eating from bottles is certainly easier, but I’m a little sad that it’s no longer working. So I still pump first thing in the morning and right before bed, and also 2-3 times during the day. It’s probably not enough, but I’ve made peace with the fact that we may have to give him a bottle of formula every night. I’m happy, he’s happy, and that’s all that maters.

Firsts This Month: First trip to the zoo and Grant’s Farm. First time meeting his aunt and some of his cousins. Attended his first birthday party (his brother’s).

Developments:  His head is still a bit wobbly, but he’s interacting with us more each day, smiling and cooing. He’s growing like a weed and really seems to be chunking up. He also lost a lot of hair this last month, which I noticed when I looked closely at his crib sheets and saw all these tiny baby hairs. To compensate for the hair loss on his head, his eyelashes have probably tripled in length.

Likes: Remember when I said he hated diaper changes? Well that all changed this month and now he LOVES them and smiles when we change his diaper. Silly boy. He also still loves to be held and also tickled.

Dislikes:  Um, not being held? And also, hiccups. Still. And tummy time (though that’s already starting to change)

What I’m Thankful For: Sleeping through the night! Even with a few wakeups for paci retrieval, I’m so thankful.

What I’m Looking Forward To:  Still waiting on those big belly baby laughs. We’ve come close recently but oh man I can’t wait to hear his little laugh.

How Mommy’s Doing: I’m just tired. Trying to juggle work and household chores (dishes, bottle/pump part washing, meal fixing, laundry, baths, picking up toys and dirty clothes, the list goes on..) is exhausting and there just aren’t enough hours in the day. It’s why blogging has taken a FAR back seat. It’s certainly not for lack of goings on, but rather lack of time to slow down and write about it. I hate that.

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Two Months

 

Weight/Length:  At his 2 month checkup, little man was 11lbs 6oz and 22.5 inches long. A little on the small side but his appointment was also a week and a half early.

Sleep: Goes down around 9pm, wakes around 3am for a feeding, and goes back down until about 7:30 or 8. Technically, he’s sleeping through the night since 6 hr stretches are considered “sleeping through the night” but in my world? I need 8-10 hrs. I’ve gotten a few 7 hr stretches here and there, but nothing consistent. Hoping that changes next month.

Feeding: We’re still nursing every 3-5 hrs, even though I considered throwing in the towel several times those first 6 weeks. I still pump 2-3 times a day too. All of it is getting easier, but it still runs my life at the moment so EVERYTHING is scheduled around feedings/pumping.

Firsts This Month: First Easter, first trip to church, first Mother’s Day and best of all FIRST REAL SMILE! He’s been smiling since birth, but this month was the first time he smiled in reaction to our faces/voices. Baby smiles are the best!

Developments:  He’s already outgrown his newborn clothes and diapers, so we’re in 0-3 month clothes and size 1 diapers now. He’s getting better head control and can follow objects around the room so I know his eyes are focusing better too. He’s finally cooing and making sounds at us too.

Likes: Much like this brother, Sam gets bored if he’s in one room too much. If he’s fussy but not hungry or tired, it’s typically because he’s bored and the easiest cure is to just take him outside. Works every time.

Dislikes:  He’s tolerating diaper changes now without screaming, thank goodness. And doesn’t really mind clothing changes either. But his biggest pet peeve? Hiccups. And being bored.

What I’m Thankful For: Earlier this month, D came down with a fever followed by a cold, which he then shared with his daddy and myself. We ended up getting sinus infections and I was terrified Sam would catch it and end up in the hospital since he’s so young still. Fortunately, the worst thing he had was a runny nose. I still can’t believe he didn’t get as sick as the rest of us and I’m SO THANKFUL!

What I’m Looking Forward To:  Baby laughs. I can’t remember exactly when D started laughing, but I can’t wait to start making this little guy laugh. Sometimes he’ll laugh in his sleep and it’s the cutest thing.

How Mommy’s Doing: GREAT! Looking back at those first few weeks post c-section, I honestly didn’t think I’d ever heal enough to be able to walk upright, let alone start jogging again. Yet, here I am, already attempting the couch-to-5K program. My gut is still ridiculously huge and I’m about 2 dress/pants sizes bigger at the moment but I’m trying to not let that get me down. I know I still need to clean up my diet because it’s out of control. (I need a cookie butter intervention. And a soda intervention. And a cinnamon roll intervention. And an ice cream intervention. And…see my point?) But body image issues aside, I’m really happy right now. I love spending time with my boys and husband and wouldn’t trade this time for anything. I’m FINALLY having the maternity leave I dreamed about. Too bad I only have a few weeks left.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Many Faces of Sam

Wanna know the number one cure for a bad mood? A baby’s smile. It’s true. I mean, just look at this face!

See? Don’t you feel better?

Happy Friday!

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One Month Photo

Thought I’d take a slightly different approach to Sam’s monthly photos. Whatcha think?

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Month One

Weight/Length:  Hopefully quite a bit above birth weight by now. We’ll find out tomorrow. At his last weight check almost two weeks ago, he was 8lbs 1 oz, so still a few ounces away from birth weight.

Update: he was 9lbs 8oz!! That’s some good growth. Can’t believe he’s only an ounce bigger than D was when he was born.

Sleep: The entire first week of his life, I couldn’t tell what color his eyes were because he rarely opened them. Now, he’s more alert and even making eye contact with us, but he still sleeps most of the day. This would be great if it was CONSECUTIVE sleep but I’m lucky if I can get 4 straight hours at night. Usually it’s around 2.5-3 before he’s fussing to be fed. And speaking of fussing, this kid is FIDGETY. I remember D being a noisy newborn sleeper but this little guy takes it to a whole new level. I don’t even really use the monitor because I can hear him just fine without it.

Feeding: To my own amazement, we figured out nursing!! Of course, because of his weight issues early on, we had to introduce a bottle right away so I haven’t been off the hook with pumping. I probably pump about 3-4 times a day and he gets a bottle after most nursing sessions during the day. At night, he nurses and gets a big bottle before bed and then just nurses during his two middle-of-the-night wakeups. We supplemented with formula here and there the first two weeks but now that my milk is fully in, we haven’t had to use formula for the last two weeks and he’s really finally starting to chunk up a bit.

Firsts This Month: Everything is a first right now! First time meeting most of his grandparents, first trip to Target, first St. Patty’s Day, first trip to the park, first restaurant experience as a family of four…pretty much anything we do is a first.

Developments:  In the last week, he’s really started trying to master his head control when being held on our chest. He’s getting better at nursing and his physical appearance is looking less like a newborn, which makes me a little sad since he’s already outgrown newborn clothes and diapers.

Likes: I didn’t think we’d get so lucky the second time around with a baby that loved baths as much as D did, but we have! Sadly, with a toddler that requires bathing each night, we haven’t given him very many baths at all. I think we’re averaging about one a week right now. Other likes include his paci, his mobile, sleeping in the Boppy (which we only allow for naps), and more than anything – being held. I call him my little cuddle bug.

Dislikes:  Unlike his brother, he HATES diaper changes and cries almost every single time. He also hates it when we change his clothes, and dislikes being swaddled and sleeping flat on his back. I still put him in a sleep sack at night, but will typically leave at least one or both arms out.

What I’m Thankful For: A happy, healthy baby. I worked really hard to keep this one out of the NICU and I’m so glad it paid off. He’s perfectly healthy and I couldn’t be more thankful for that.

What I’m Looking Forward To:  Sleeping through the night!

How Mommy’s Doing: The first two weeks at home were ROUGH. I don’t remember having quite that much pain the first time around. Now that I’m 4 weeks out, I feel much better, though I still have moments where I’ll feel a twinge or burning sensation. Fortunately, it only last a couple of seconds.

At my follow-up appointment with my OB, she said everything looked great – my scar is healing nicely, my uterus is shrinking back down, and I’m cleared for exercise. Although, considering I get tired and sore just from walking for 20-30 minutes, I don’t see myself signing up for any marathons anytime soon.

My belly is still pretty big and the lower portion is still pretty tender, so clothes don’t fit and I don’t feel comfortable having anything even remotely tight around my belly. I’m looking forward to dress season.

But let’s talk about my boobs for a second. If I’m being completely honest, I kind of hate breastfeeding. I know I’m not supposed to say that because “breast is best” and whatnot, but it really sort of sucks. My boobs hurt most of the time; I have to wear nursing pads 24/7 or I’ll leak everywhere; I still have to pump a few times a day; I can’t go more than a couple of hours without having to nurse or pump – which means everything I do revolves around my boobs’ schedule; and I don’t care what anyone says – nursing is painful. It’s getting better, but it still hurts sometimes – especially the first 30 seconds or so that he latches, and that’s even WITH a nipple shield. And the gas. I don’t know why I assumed that babies who nurse rarely deal with gas but he swallows SO MUCH AIR when he’s nursing. So I spend roughly 20-30 minutes nursing and another 20-30 just trying to get him to burp. If he doesn’t burp? That pretty much guarantees spit-up or a fussy baby with a bellyache. Usually both. And I’m in desperate need of a massage after spending hours each day in nursing or pumping posture. All of that said, I’ll still continue this nursing journey, but I’m feeling a little cheated out of that blissful, harmonious, carefree nursing experience I’ve been sold by all the breastfeeding advocates out there. Maybe it will come in time, but right now? Not feeling it.

THIS is how I imagined it.

But THIS is how I feel.

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How to Survive the First Two Weeks with Baby

I know this is only my second time at this rodeo I call parenting a newborn, but I feel like I’ve learned a few things that might be helpful to those coming up on their first or even second experience of bringing home a newborn baby.

1. Take a daily shower. When you don’t leave the house and your days and nights seem to all run together, it’s so easy to just say “screw it” and skip showering for a day or two (or three or four). Don’t do it. Why? Because between the leaky boobs, the baby spit-up on your shoulder and possibly in your hair, and the period-that-won’t-go-away (seriously – it’s like mother nature is making up for all that lost time when you didn’t have a period for 9+ months), you’ll feel so much better after you’ve spent a good 15 minutes in a warm, steamy shower. It’s cheaper than therapy and it’s also the only “me time” I get during the day so you better believe I’m taking it.

2. Don’t put away your maternity clothes. And don’t put on “real” clothes unless you absolutely have to. That’s right. Go ahead and get comfy in those granny panties. There won’t be any hanky-panky with your significant other for at least 6 weeks anyway. Since I had a c-section, I didn’t want anything touching my incision so pants were completely out for the first few days. Or they were pulled up really high, Urkel style. And I’ve already mentioned my undying love for the mesh underwear the hospital gives you. Make sure you take a few extras home for those first couple of days.

3. If friends offer to bring you food, take them up on it. I have some truly awesome friends. Since I couldn’t have sweets, carbs or alcohol, all of my friends brought me candy, cookies, cake, cupcakes, wine, beer, and champagne. My friends just GET ME, man. A few even brought dinner and I can’t tell you enough how helpful that is. I truly feel blessed to have so many amazing people in my life. So if someone offers to do something nice for you, let them. And return the favor when it’s their turn.

4. Stock up on your “new essentials”: nursing pads, Lanolin (hospital will provide a small tube for free), menstrual pads, and if you’re one of those more unfortunate souls like myself, you’ll also need Colace and maximum strength Preparation H. Yeah, it’s all as sexy as it sounds.

5.  Delegate all household chores to your significant other for the short term. (Or mom or sister or whoever is there and capable.) Since I’m not allowed to lift anything heavier than the baby and I’m not allowed to drive for the first two weeks, all laundry, errand running and grocery shopping falls to the hubs. I’ve done a couple of loads of dishes and folded some clothes, but that’s about it. Another tip? Use paper plates, at least those first couple of weeks. I know, I know, it’s wasteful and not eco-friendly but if we didn’t use them, we’d have to run the dishwasher 2-3 times a day.

6. Keep your smartphone handy at all times. My smartphone is my lifeline to the outside world. During my first pregnancy, I made friends with a group of ladies that were all expecting around the same time as me. Most of us were all first-timers and we really leaned on each other, sending middle-of-the-night tweets about fussy babies, sharing tips or advice where we could, but mostly just sympathizing because we were all there, in the trenches, together. Now, I’m a little on my own with #2, so when I send a middle-of-the-night tweet, no one is usually there to answer me, but that’s okay. I catch up on blog reading or Facebook posts. I make notes on my phone so I don’t forget to do things, like who to send thank you cards to, or what the hubs needs to buy on his next trip to the grocery store.

7. Remember that newborns are NOISY. And I’m not referring to their crying. I mean when they sleep, they fidget and snort and gurgle and squeak and squawk. It’s enough to give any first-time mom a heart attack because you think your baby is dying/drowning/choking/etc. As a second-timer and someone who prefers for her newborn to sleep in the same room for the first few weeks, I’ve had to retrain myself to block out those sleeping noises and only get up when he’s truly awake and ready to eat. If you plan on having your baby sleep in his/her own room from day 1, consider turning the volume DOWN on your monitor so you only hear him/her when he/she is crying – and not every grunt that comes out of their tiny mouths.

8. If the weather is nice enough, get out and WALK. This is good for both your physical and emotional health since walking is believed to help the recovery process post c-section and the fresh air is just good for helping you cope with that cabin fever feeling. I was not able to do this until about day 16 but that’s only because this stupid horrible winter decided to stick around longer than usual.

Hopefully this list is helpful for any first-timers out there. Anyone else have tips to share?

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Sam’s Birth Story

7:45 am: D starts stirring in his crib but he’s talking to himself so we ignore it.

8:10: Alarm goes off, and D REALLY wakes up. I’ve got 20 minutes to drink clear liquids before I’m cut off for who knows how long.

8:15: Hubs takes D downstairs for his morning milk and cartoons. I can already hear my FIL making coffee and watching TV.

8:20: Heave myself out of bed and downstairs to take my blood sugar, have some sugar-free jello and drink a big glass of water.

8:30: Chat with the family and check my phone for a few minutes. Make mental notes of what I still need to pack in my hospital bag. Cuddle D as much as he’ll let me because I know I’m going to miss him while in the hospital.

9am: shower, get dressed after debating what to wear for several minutes, makeup, blow dry hair, pack up makeup/daily beauty essentials.

9:45: pack iPad and chargers, fancy camera and new lens. Show FIL which sippy cups are best for D to use (straw cups – not tip/spout cups), and quickly clean up kitchen/bedroom.

10am: Head to hospital. Low gas indicator starts beeping. Of course. Stop to get gas.

10:30: Check in at maternity welcome center. Sign a bunch of papers and release forms. Wait for a nurse to come get me.

11am: Taken to prep room. Change into this really weird, heavy paper gown. It’s a new type that has vents and a temperature controlled air hose that blows either cold or warm air on you, depending on your preference. It’s a bit bulky so I don’t really like it. Get hooked up to fetal monitors and an IV. Praise The Lord that she got it on the first stick.

11:30: First anesthesiologist comes by to answer questions.

11:45am: Second anesthesiologist comes in and starts prepping me. Hairnet on (should’ve brought a hair tie). I drink a little cup of anti-nausea medicine and it’s a bit like taking a shot of something. So gross.  He has me get into position for the stick but isn’t ready yet so I sit there for about 10 minutes, uncomfortable as hell and starting to have a panic attack. This was possibly the worst part of the whole experience. My mind was just going crazy! I honestly thought I might die that day.

Nurse walks in and asks if a high school student can observe. My mind is too preoccupied to care so I just say yes before immediately regretting letting some HS kid watch my entire birth experience. Whatever.

12:10: Epidural is in. Did it hurt? Yes. But certainly tolerable. The worst part was having the anesthesiologist dig his finger in my spine to find the right spot to stick me.

The numbness starts setting in and now we’re just waiting for my OB. She’s usually early they say but today she was running late. The anesthesiologist uses a needle to prick my belly and asks me to let him know when I feel it. I feel nothing all the way up to the top of my belly so he says I’m ready. Somewhere in there a nurse comes in to insert my catheter. I barely notice.

12:20: OB shows up and things really start moving. I’m wheeled into the operating room. I’m trying really hard to focus but the meds are making things seem really fuzzy.
I see bright lights and a couple of people (nurses?) in scrubs. I’m instructed to fold my arms across my chest as they transfer me to the operating table. The curtain is raised and my OB says she’ll Ryan know when it’s time to look/snap pictures.

12:30: My OB and her resident doc/assistant (who also helped deliver D, oddly enough) are chit chatting so Ryan and I are just sort of looking at each other. I tell him to put on some music, so he plays some Bob Marley. (We played Bob Marley for D all the time as a newborn and it’s still D’s favorite music.) The music relaxes me a bit and everyone in the OR seems to approve of the music choice, particularly the anesthesiologist, seated behind my head now, as he starts chatting about vacations and Jamaica with Ryan.

12:45: Time seems to be creeping by slowly but the docs are just taking their time “cutting through the muscle” she says. I feel a little tugging but nothing significant or painful, thank God.

And then my OB says it’s time. Ryan stands to look over the curtain and I feel her push down really hard at the top of my belly.

A few moments later, I hear the most beautiful cry in the world and my eyes instantly fill with tears. The docs hold him over the curtain for me to get a good look at him before handing him off to a nurse to clean him up. It’s the first time I’ve been able to see his face since the little stinker would never show it in his ultrasounds. He’s still crying, so angry about being taken from his warm and cozy home. I can see him on the infant bed on my left and can’t stop looking at him. Ryan walks over to watch and it isn’t long before they wrap him up and hand him to him. Still crying. So unlike D who barely cried at all.

1:15pm: Docs finish putting me back together and staple me shut. I still don’t feel a thing and even though I’ve been shaking a bit, it’s nothing compared to the shaking from the first time. And I can feel and move my arms this time so that’s awesome.

I’m wheeled back into the recovery room, but unlike last time, I’m wide awake and don’t pass out. Baby is still crying. The hubs and I exchange fearful looks and say how this one is going to be our high maintenance baby.

I hold him for a bit and we try nursing. He’s showing promise but it’s far too early for me to be producing anything yet so I consider it practicing.

Nurse gives baby his first bath, right in the recovery room with me.

A couple of hours pass before I’m transported to my long term recovery room. It’s smaller than last time and clearly hasn’t been remodeled yet. It’s fine, and private, but I’m already not looking forward to spending 4 days here. And that’s before realizing that half the buttons on the bed (for lights and bed adjustments) don’t work.

The first 24 hours post-op is a blur of nurses checking vitals and blood sugars. After not eating all day, my blood sugar dropped dangerously low a couple of times which got me two forced servings of juice each time. But I was more worried about baby’s blood sugar. Since I was gestational diabetic, they had to monitor his sugars more than usual (meaning more foot pricks), but he only had one low reading which corrected itself after his first real feeding. I wasn’t thrilled that he was already being given formula from a bottle, but if my choices were a bottle or the NICU with IVs and such, I just had to go with it.

We still practiced nursing about every 3 hours. This, plus the every 2 hours of checking mine and baby’s vitals (which never coincided) plus the administering of my pain meds and IV bag replacement basically meant that we did not sleep – AT ALL – that first night.

By day 2, I was really feeling the lack of sleep. Ryan stayed pretty busy running back and forth to the house to check on D. Having a toddler at home already definitely adds a layer of complication to everything. My FIL and his sister (Ryan’s aunt) stayed at our house to watch D, but Ryan tried his best to be home each morning before D woke up and every night to do his bath and put him to bed before coming back up to the hospital to sleep on the weird, folding couch. What a trooper.

On day 2, my catheter was removed and I was forced to get out of bed and walk to the bathroom on my own. I still had my epidural line in, running Demerol pain medication through me, but the nurse went ahead and clamped off my IV so that was one less cord to worry about.

The hubs, my FIL and aunt-in-law brought D up to visit. I made sure to send the baby to the nursery so that when he first saw me, I wasn’t holding the baby. Instead, D and I cuddled in my hospital bed, watching videos on the iPad, while the adults went down to the nursery to see the baby. It wasn’t long before it was time to feed the baby again though so my FIL and aunt went to get something to eat while our little family of four hung out in the hospital room. Every time the baby would cry, D would run over to look at him and then hug my leg. Cutest thing ever.

That afternoon, little baby S received his circumcision. Poor little guy. Just 24 hours old. At least it didn’t take long to heal and we were told we could stop using gauze and A&D ointment on it before we even left the hospital, since it looked so great.

On the third day, Saturday, my epidural was removed and I was started on a low dose of Motrin and Vicodin. I could definitely tell a difference and some achiness started to set in. A few friends visited, which made the day just fly by. I still wasn’t able to get much sleep so when the OB on duty said I could leave on Sunday instead of Monday, if I wanted, I thought that sounded like a fantastic idea. So on Sunday, we finished up all of our paperwork for the birth certificate, safety waivers, and discharge papers, packed our things and checked out around 4pm.

On the way home, we had to stop by Walgreens to fill an order for my pain meds. While we waited, I talked the hubs into swinging by Dairy Queen for a little mini cookie dough and Oreo blizzard, despite the fact that it was barely 40 degrees and windy outside.

Once we got home, we chatted with my FIL and aunt-in-law for a few minutes before they headed out to spend the night at Ryan’s other aunt’s house. Then it was just the four of us. Our new little family unit.

 

 

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