Simon usually refuses to fall asleep for ages unless it is completely dark in the room, leading to him looking super tired all the time:
Luckily for me, refusing to fall asleep doesn't always entail screaming uncontrollably or being fussy (except from roughly 5 - 8 p.m. everyday). He will just lay in his crib or bassinet, staring at the bumper, refusing to close his eyes:
You learn pretty quickly after having a baby that you must either adjust your schedule to fit his or forever be exhausted and miserable. Jamund, due to having a full time job, unfortunately must be exhausted and miserable much of the time.
I, on the other hand, am still exhausted mostly, but I'm getting better. I am now trying to go to bed when baby does (at least for his 3 main night sleeps), which results in my getting roughly 8 hours of sleep, albeit this sleep is interrupted roughly every 2-3 hours for about 40 minutes each time. It is amazing how your body adjusts, though, and how after putting the baby down for his morning nap, I somehow accomplish many things.
For example, in roughly 90 minutes this morning I:
-put in a load of laundry (and switched it)
-cleaned two bathrooms
-emptied some trash cans
-started the dishwasher
... okay, so maybe it doesn't seem like much, but it felt like a lot.
Today I am also attempting (thanks to rereading some of the Baby Wise book) to let baby cry a little bit when I try to get him to nap.... a more "hands off" approach that will hopefully enable him to get himself to go to sleep on his own. So far it has been successful...
This photo is in the midst of him dealing with a very active bowel system...
Anyway, this is all boring parenting stuff, but that is what I do now.
I just want to comment "Like Father, Like Son" for this one (Jamund is infamous for having his belly hanging out in many childhood photos).
Tomorrow, baby will be two weeks old. At his doctor's appointment today, we found out:
1. He grew 2 inches
2. He weighs 1-2 ounces less than at birth
3. I am most likely letting him eat too long, which is resulting in:
a. gassiness, being too full, general unpleasant bowel functions for baby
b. me disliking feedings since they take so long
4. He ought to be looking towards light and startling at loud noises. I think loud noises actually soothe the baby (at least consistent ones like our AC in the bedroom).
Other items of note from the last week or so:
1. I got very sick on Sunday (fever, shakes, chills, etc.) and had to go to the ER where they performed multiple tests to determine that I have a urinary tract infection. It must be a bad one because I was wiped out for about 2 days: sweats, fevers, hot and cold spells, etc. I am now on antibiotics.
2. Mom left (shortly after taking me to the doctor on Monday).
3. Melissa (and Sherisa) came to visit us today! I hadn't seen Melissa for many many days (before getting married). It was wonderful to see and talk to her, especially since we used to spend probably hours talking on most days as room-roommates. Melissa now lives in New York City with her husband, Jim, in an apartment that supposedly could fit in our kitchen/dining area... but I had to remind her that she lives in NYC and we live in Springville down the road from sheep and cows (actually, more like horses. There used to be cows but then they moved). Each has its perks and downsides... small town, big city... house, apartment... baby, sleep...
Anyways, "Melissa, I've missed ya!"
I'm glad the week is ending on a better note than it started!
So, basically all I do now is try to sleep, eat, go to the bathroom, and take care of baby. Baby has it easier, at least he doesn't have to take care of anyone else, and he sleeps more.
I'm reading the book "On Becoming Baby Wise" by Gary Ezzo and Robert Bucknam (started last night during middle of the night feedings, and I'm already over 120 pages in...). Its basic purpose is how to get your baby to sleep through the night (at least that's the gist). The irony, right? So far, I would recommend the book to anyone with babies or planning to have babies.
Luckily, babies are relatively cute (even if they are little chubsters like Simon) and make silly faces like these, so you don't feel totally discouraged and awful about getting no sleep and having lower back pain (which I attribute to bending over to change diapers and put the child in the crib):
p.s. first gdiaper wearing (doesn't he look so pleased?):
So, the little man finally arrived, and he is settling into his new surroundings really well. Here is a maybe not so brief synopsis of how it all happened:
Thursday, July 8: Mom and I went to the doctor for my check up. Due to high blood pressure, I had to collect my pee for 24 hours and bring it back on Friday.
Friday, July 9: The doctors did an ultrasound to see if the amniotic fluid levels were low (due to high blood pressure, etc.). Instead, they were higher than they expected. They called the perinatal (?) people at the hospital to see what they would recommend, and Mom and I went out to lunch while waiting for the response.
((Just before leaving for the hospital))
The doctor called back and said the recommendation was to induce me that day. We called Jamund, met up at home, packed some last minute things, and drove over the hospital, checking in about 4 p.m.
((6:30 p.m. dinner on Friday. Little did I know it would be my last meal before having the baby))
To induce me, they inserted this pill to try and soften the cervix (I think) as I was only about 1 cm dilated. I had two doses 3 hours apart, and then my contractions started getting too close together to do the pill again, so they put in this balloon insert around 11-11:30 p.m. that served to dilate me to roughly 4 cm by the time it fell out on its own at roughly 4 a.m. (not pleasant). Until about 8 a.m. I was having painful contractions. Miserable.
July 10, 2010: Around 8 a.m., I opted for the epidural, and my life was suddenly full of hope once again! Don't try to be a hero when having a baby. Get the epidural. My doctor came in, broke my water, and started me on the normal inducing drug (pitocin?).
I spent the rest of the day in bed having contractions and waiting for my cervix to dilate past 4/4.5 cm... They would up the IV dose, baby would freak out, I had to have an oxygen mask to help the baby, they would lower the dose, baby would calm down, they would up the dose, baby would freak out... etc. etc. All day long. With no real improvement. (They thought his head was faced the wrong way).
Anyway, I had to get extra epidural drugs periodically due to the pain from contractions, and I was so thirsty since I couldn't drink or eat anything (I did have flavored ice chips at my disposal, the sugar from which I think eventually caused me to feel sick to my stomach, which then lead to another IV for nausea).
((It was about as awful as it looks))
This literally lasted all day, and it wasn't really until after 6 p.m. that I started dilating a little bit more. They would check and then leave me for another hour, and another, etc.
The nurse planned to come check me around 10:45 p.m. and see if I was to 10 cm yet (around 9:45 p.m. I was "close"), but an influx of people in labor and delivery led to a change in nurses, and I got a new nurse who came in and introduced herself around 10:10 p.m. She checked me and said I was finally at 10 cm! Miracle!
Of course, Jamund had just left to go "for a walk," so we called him and he came back in time to see the nurse setting up for delivery and help me push. The doctor came shortly thereafter, and I started pushing in earnest probably around 10:50 p.m.
Thanks to my prenatal exercise plan, I pushed and pushed as hard as I could and got the baby out at 11:34 p.m. (I was done with this whole labor ordeal). He weighed in at 10 lbs 3 oz and measured 21 inches. Needless to say, I tore a whole lot and then had to remain in the stirrups on the delivery bed (awful) for quite some time as they stitched me back together.
I got to hold the cleaned up Simon and feed him before they took him away for his bath.
((That is blood on my face... messy business, delivery))
Once I was alone with the nurse and my mom, I was shaking uncontrollably and was finally allowed some crackers and water before they moved me down to the Mother-Baby unit, where I was given a plate of various crackers, a gross ham sandwich, and some vanilla pudding.
Anyway, Simon and I spent the next few days in the hospital (not fun: nurses or doctors always coming in, intense bleeding, uncomfortable bed, vital sign checks seemingly every 5 minutes, baby sleeping in a plastic bassinet on a cart that requires you to get out of bed to get him out of-- which is no small task when you're in the state you are in after giving birth, etc.).
It was rough, especially since Simon did not want to sleep at night. We were so glad to come home!!
((A little too big for the initial position of the head rest... but then well adjusted))
Things are going well, and we are happy to have some peace and quiet (other than the crying baby, of course). Thanks to everyone for the well wishes, and we hope you enjoy the photos (there are more on Jamund's Flickr). We're trying to keep things low key over here in regards to visitors, so hopefully everyone local understands. Thanks again!
• Losing weight according to my weekly check-ups? But measuring bigger each time?
• Car doesn't need any fluids or repairs, according to its oil change check up today.
• gdiapers are here (in both small and medium sizes, with a case of refills each)! They are so cute. Although I really want this as well. Sigh.
• Dinner out tonight, courtesy of Rain (they keep giving Jamund Chile's gift cards for some reason... but we'll probably go to Macaroni Grill since the cards also work there). Then to Costco and Target for our beginning of month shopping trip! Maybe walking around Costco will convince baby to come out!