Sasha Adam 10/08/04
The day started out as any other, with DH even running off to the bed frame store that morning to arrange for delivery in time for my return from the hospital. It was hard to imagine going about our usual mundane tasks that soon we'd be holding our son in our arms.
We arrived at 11 am, and found I had already been assigned a room. Reassuring since I'd been told the day before that I might have to wait for one. But I did have a shared bathroom, which sort of sucked but oh well...
I blabbed nervously through my daughter's birth, but this time I was quiet. Frankly, it was the first time in weeks that I'd found myself with the inability to do anything BUT rest and lie still in the middle of the day, and it was actually quite pleasant and unstressful to find myself in that position. The surgery itself went without a hitch. I was struck again by how unsettling and unnatural it feels to be paralyzed from the chest down. One feels the weight of one's body, but that's about it. When Sasha emerged from my womb, he gave an immediate and lusty cry that brought smiles to all. He was not as big as I'd thought based on the strength of his movements and their ability to stop me in my tracks, but he was long: 21.5 inches...thus explaining why head-down brought no relief to my heartburn, lol. I was able to hold him on my chest and study his face for some time, noting he had DH's nose (a nose of..."distinction", lol) and newborn acne. Poor kid was only minutes old and already socially challenged by the giant zits on his chin and forehead.
DH accompanied him to the nursery. The nurses teased him about being on "formula patrol", insisting that he needn't worry, but apparently touched by his devotion. I had been anxious about this part of the birth plan, but it wasn't quite so bad. Again I found myself in the enviable position of having nothing to do but lay and rest, and I did enjoy it, knowing the anaesthetic was wearing off on schedule, and I was able to leave after about an hour, as expected.
The hospital stay was actually nice, and did turn out to be the break I thought it might be. Emily did super without me around, entertained by Mum, various family friends, etc. And the much-anticipated "night without mama" was the non-event that seasoned mamas told me it would be. Emily understood I wasn't home, didn't ask for milkies, went to sleep with DH and was comforted by him when she stirred at night. With that worry gone, I was able to enjoy having some time alone with my new son.
He got the hang of nursing in no time, and other than being a bit jaundiced (nothing that brings on the "F word" yet) and losing his requisite 10% birth weight, he's doing fine. My milk came in last night and he had gained by the time the health nurse came by to visit (yes, they do home visits here!). Sasha's one issue is a chronically stuffy nose, that makes nursing difficult at times. This is the usual c-section side effect (though my DD never suffered from it) and it's not interfereing with his milk intake, as his poopy dipers are attesting. By the way, the rumours are true: meconium cleans out of cloth diapers easily and completely.
I've had some pain and discomfort this time around with my incision and my back is tender where the spinal went in. Doesn't help that I was sitting on my tailbone for days, so my lower back has collected fluid and I'm a bit bedsore there. But it also has to do with being distracted and not remembering to take my drugs on time. I've been on mere Tylenol + codeine since the surgery and it seems to be working well. Right now my ankles are very swollen, the result of being on my feet all day here at home, delighted that I'm not incapacitated by late pregnancy anymore! Tomorrow I plan to go for a walk with Sasha in the sling and I can't wait!
Life with a babe is good. Emily is a bit hard for me to take at times. She wants only me most of the time, asks to nurse alot, and wants to be carried or picked up by me (which I can't do). Her whining drove me to tears on more than one occasion yesterday. Not her fault, just some postpartum hormones combined with mama guilt that she has to wait in line for my attentions at times. Overall I think she's handling it well, and has shown no resentment towards her new baby brother. At one point I tandem nursed them and felt that this was what Life was all about. It was a precious moment.
So, our family is complete and we are all doing well and loving having a teeny weeny one around again. He's easy, rarely cries, and of course is sleeping alot. My one bit of guilt: he's spent more time in his bassinet in his 24 hours home than Emily ever spent out of arms. But I've got the slings out now, he's in it as I sit here typing, and so I think we've gotten over that hump, too.
I'm excited for all of you awaiting your babies. It's such a precious time....already Sasha is growing and changing. It goes by so fast...
ps - there's a pic around somewhere..I'll post it to the yahoo group ASAP.