I had a baby. 26 hours of labor produced this little gem. When he finally ripped his way out I watched Morgan's face and it was priceless. I thought he was going to cry and pass out all at the same time. He cut the cord, he stayed with the baby while they finished up with me, and has been an amazing help ever since.
We spent two days in the hospital. Two stressful and sleep deprived days. But the hospital room service was wonderful. I loved having my scrambled eggs delivered to me, which Morgan was kind enough to continue for the first week we were home since I was pretty much attached to a crying baby that entire week. Breastfeeding has been incredibly hard. It continues still to be difficult. But he is finally gaining back the weight he lost while in the hospital thanks to supplementing my milk with formula when my supply is too low to satisfy him. Which in turn means he's no longer crying. . . all day. . .non stop. . .like an angry beaver that wants to claw your throat out.
Speaking of claws, the cats are slowly getting used to having a little brother around. Lincoln is a very unhappy camper. He has sniffed and stared at the baby on occasion, but for the most part he has decided to ignore Sam's presence and act out whenever he's crying. Ellie is still her usual anti social self, but she likes to perch on the side of the couch and watch the baby.
Sam no like bath time.
Visitors have been coming by and bringing food, which is fabulous since both of us seem to be finding it difficult to gather the time & energy to cook dinners. In general - mornings go smoothly, afternoons are mega feed times, evening hours he continues to feed heavily and won't go down for the night till around 11 or midnight. The trade off is that he only gets up twice in the typical night and has only had a couple sleepless nights since we started adding formula into the mix. So we are not nearly as bleary eyed and desperate for a nap as we were in that first week. YAY!
There have been a few days that Morgan has gone to work or had to go help him mom with something. So I do have a little experience in being completely alone with Sam. So far so good. I'm still a nervous first time mommy, but my confidence grows a little every day. Above you can see what my typical day consists of now. Comforting/snuggling my newborn while surfing the internet and trying to give Lincoln a little love. As baby nap time gets a little more regular and deep I have actually been able to do things like laundry and dishes. Read as - Minor Miracle.
15 days old, taken today
This weekend has been us testing the waters to see if we can still do some of the things we used to do. Friday I snugged Sam into his sling and we went on a family outing to the grocery store. Our first venture out of the house for something other than a Dr visit. He loves his sling and was a sleepy lump for the entire hour we were out. It was great. On Saturday we had Morgan's friends over for the annual St. David's day feast. I watched the baby and cleaned the house as much as I could while Morgan did all the cooking. Once everyone arrived the women passed Sam around for the rest of the night and gave me a break long enough to be able to enjoy the amazing meal Morgan had prepared and relax for a few hours. Everyone left around midnight and Sam was a happy and content little baby the entire time.
Slowly we are getting used to our new routine. Slowly we're getting the hang of things and getting brave enough to go out into the world. We have turned getting peed on during diaper changes into a game complete with scoreboard. We've gotten used to getting vomited on. And describing poop to your partner can be an artful expression. The love in this house is overflowing. Sam is precious. Even when he has a knack for vomiting on an outfit within 5 minutes of getting changed.