Friday, July 29, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
In conclusion I would say that having family here was a zero sum game. One grandma arrived the morning after we got home from the hospital, completely disregarding my wishes to have a couple days "just the 3 of us". Two more grandparents arrived after a few days, and the last grandpa a couple days after them. So Baby N's second week home had 4 grandparents in attendance.
The good was that they cooked; I was forced out of the house to do a little entertaining; and it made them happy.
The bad was that I didn't have the time or energy to sit for meals with everyone; I was forced out of the house to do a little entertaining; and I just didn't get a lot of "help".
The only person that really attended to me was M, and that was tough since I couldn't do much for myself while recovering from surgery. He was also doing our laundry, cleaning, organizing activities, and oh yeah, going back to school. I, on the other hand, was feeding, feeding, changing, feeding and feeding, while juggling a little entertaining.
And that was tough, because with 4 people in our living room I was jailed to our bedroom for feedings and about 20 hours a day. So as much as it was good to drop off Baby Boy for an hour here and there to be held by someone else, I am really really happy to be able to feed naked in front of the tv, spend some free time blogging and not have to expend energy on chatting when all I want to do is sleep. All in all, it was a wash.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
3 poop explosions that dirtied the diaper cover.
1 poop explosion that dirtied the diaper cover and his pants.
1 pee that went from diaper to cover to his clothes to his Mama's pants, to his Mama's girdle, to his Mama's underwear. Yes, that's 6 layers if you're counting. Yes, it made it to my underwear, no joke.
But not to be outdone:
1 pee that went from diaper to cover to his clothes, to Mama's pants, to the duvet, to the sheet on the bed, to the mattress cover!
And that's how you go through 6 diaper covers, 4 sets of clothes, and 2 sheets in one day! Needless to say, we ended up celebrating his birthday with a laundry extravaganza.
*To make sure we didn't think he peaked at 1 month, on 1 month + 1 day Baby Boy hit a new milestone: poop in the tub.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Baby Boy LOVES to be held and HATES to be on his own. As long as he is on one of his parents he's the calmest baby you ever met: he will sleep, snuggle, observe his surroundings, and generally let you do anything you want. But put him down and 10 minutes later you have a little monster on your hands, albeit instantly calmed as soon as you pick him back up.
And so, I have become a kangaroo. This is how I look many hours of the day.
The rest of the hours he's held in my arms, maybe feeding but most likely sleeping with a human pacifier. Or I am lying down, with Baby on chest. Apparently, boobs make a pretty good pillow.
But still, we can't get enough. And so it is.
How amazing is it that just a few weeks into life, our little baby is already revealing some personality?
Friday, July 22, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
The change I have seen in my husband is beyond words. The most loving man I know has somehow managed to become kinder, softer, more considerate and more loving than ever before.
It was instantaneous: the fear of hurting our fragile package, the endless gaze at this miracle that we made, the awe and desire to care for, provide for, and do anything for the little guy.
The hopes and dreams for the little man are a part of every chat they have. They are already in cahoots: the two of them against the world.
Our little man has had quite the effect, and all of us are reaping the benefits.
Monday, July 18, 2011
There's a reason it's a girl scout motto.
When at 36 weeks you think "maybe I should get that car seat installed"- do it! Otherwise it will be in the trunk as you drive home from the hospital with baby in hand. And you might find yourself scurrying to get it in the car 1 hour before your first pediatrician appointment, at which point simple directions take a long time to decipher because you are sleep deprived and your 5 day old was crying all night.
When you sketch out a solution for where to put the baby, because you decided you don't want a nursery- move that furniture! Other wise you might find yourself coming home to an un-built crib and no where to put down the baby until your friend comes over to help you move furniture.
When you think about cleaning for the visitors that will inevitable descend upon you- clean! And then don't let it get re-cluttered because you might find yourself scurrying out of the house with a dirty bathroom of amniotic fluid and a living room in disarray since you took out stuff to "organize". Then the morning after you come home from the hospital, you will find yourself mopping before running to the airport to pick up said visitors.
When the doctor says "it looks like he's going to be pretty small"- go buy newborn clothes! Otherwise, you might find yourself going to Walmart to get some jammies within hours of coming home from the hospital, because 0-3 is just too big.
And by the way, getting phone numbers of cleaning ladies is not enough, because trying to "train" a new employee with a 2 week old around is hard! And knowing where to get a diaper sprayer (aka bidet) is not the same as buying and installing one! And anything else you are thinking of doing- do it now, because later it will take much much longer to get done. And if you're reading this you can't say you haven't been warned.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Abdominal Muscle Awareness- You don't realize how much you use your core until it has been cut up and causes major pain: sitting up, getting out of bed, sneezing, laughing- all were majorly painful for two weeks.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
But other than that, it was unpleasant. Nurses came in every hour or two to check up on me, refresh the IV and so on. In between we got to spend some time with Baby Boy, although it was tough being restricted by tubing and not feeling the lower half of my body for that first day. Finally on day 2 I was "disconnected" and was able to shower and felt a like a new person!
On day 3, M had his last final exam from last semester in the morning. Before he left, Baby Boy got his final hospital bath, and by the time he got back we were getting ready to be discharged. I was wheeled out in a wheelchair to pick up Baby Boy from the nursery and we were escorted by security to the parking lot. I rode Mexican style in the backseat holding our baby while M drove like an old lady to get us home safely.
We arrived to a house in complete disarray. Some of our essentials were definitely not ready- like the crib that wasn't fully assembled, and the lack of anywhere to put down Baby Boy. Planning FAIL. Luckily one of M's friends came over and helped him move one of our twin guest beds into our bedroom, to make an extra large family bed (this was a our c-section plan, because getting up to reach into a crib was beyond my ability at this point).
Did I mention it was our anniversary? By the time we got organized, it was late at night. M had gotten a wedding cake made for me, since we didn't have a real cake at our wedding, and it was super sweet! We had a quick gift exchange, while eating cake for dinner, watching one of the blockbuster movies we had rented the day I went into labor, and feeding/changing Baby Boy. It was a crazy amazing day!
Monday, July 11, 2011
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Friday/Saturday/Sunday- M is studying for one more test he has the following week. We go to Walmart and stock up the pantry. I talk to a lot of my good friends by phone/email/skype. Everyone is ready, and I'm finally feeling calm. We finally check out the JCC pool. We use our grill for the first time. I craft. Instead of being ready to be finished with the pregnancy, I am ready to meet Baby Boy.
Monday- I do some baking, some laundry, pay some bills. I'm ready but also tired, too tired to really take advantage of our last days of two-dom.
Tuesday- We go to the doctor; he's a bit concerned. My amniotic fluid is low; if Baby doesn't come soon he's going to be forced out. Still we walk out of the office and continue as we have been. We go to Blockbuster and rent not 1 but 2 movies; gotta take advantage of 1 dollar rentals. I look at my to-do list and decide maybe I should pack my hospital bag; so I leisurely pack over the next several hours, while finishing up M's anniversary gift.
It's a big week for us: Tomorrow, Wednesday, M turns 30! Yup 30! and the following day is our 1 year anniversary. Luckily the second gift and card are ready. And since M got his 30th Bday gift early- the VW bug we're using as a second car- all I have left is his card. So I sit down at the dining table, and start sketching out the card when I feel a trickle...
Baby Boy will be coming on his own day. No sharing birthdays or anniversaries. 2 days before M has to take his final test. Only a couple days into semester break. He's a considerate fellow and he's not even here yet.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Saturday, July 2, 2011
And the FB status was:
this week: 30 years ago M was born, 1 year ago we got married, and 4 days ago we got the best gift- a baby boy
Somehow having a baby makes you totally loose track of time...Baby Boy N is 11 days old already- unbelievable!
Now that I'm getting a grasp on things, I will be back shortly with lots of blog posts. For now I'll leave you with the last bump picture, at 39 weeks, taken after my water broke: