Thursday, March 12, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
One month
I tried to post this on the actual day, but couldn't get it online. I know this is overdo, but hopefully I'll get the next one up on time. I still need to write my birth story, it just wasn't a good experience, so I start to write it and then stop. I know I should do it regardless, and sooner rather than later, although I really don't think I will forget much of the details...
Dear Pumpkin,
You are one month old today. It both feels like you have been here for years and that you just arrived yesterday. I look at you with amazement all day and keep pinching myself because this all feels like a dream, partly because I think I'm sleep walking half the day trying to catch up on the the missed sleep the week of your delivery. Really, you are a great baby. You sleep all the time and through the night. We actually have to wake you to feed you, but we know this may not last for long. We thank you everyday for giving us a little time to adjust to parenthood, though, so you can keep sleeping like you are, but if that changes, we'll adjust.
You came into the world after a long and scary 3 day labor. There were plenty of mishaps along the way, and we watched the monitor and listened to your heart beat every second, making adjustments when you seemed to be asking for help inside me. When they finally told me you were ready to be here I couldn't believe it. I must have said, "I don't believe you." to the nurses 50 times before I started pushing, because i really couldn't believe you were really going to come to us. They reassured me at that point that if things went wrong they could get to you and save you if they had to, I felt a little relieved, but then you seemed to be just as tired as I, we had worked so hard for long together, and you were such a trooper during those long hours, but your heart rate plummeted and wasn't coming back up. The fear became thick in the room and with a very serious tone, the doctor said, "Jill, we need him out NOW!" And that was that. One more push and there you were. I saw you all pink and wet, arms outstretched. Your daddy announced, "It's a BOY!" I was overjoyed. They placed your wet body, still bloody from birth, on my chest. What a feeling! The warm weight of your tiny body next to my skin was the most exquisite feeling I have ever experienced. The love that filled me was immeasurable.
You seemed to know just what to do to melt our hearts. You were so alert and clear from the beginning. You started breast feeding immediately. We joked that you must have taken Breast feeding 101 before you arrived and taught me how to feed you. I felt so lucky to have cleared this hurdle with you. Soon it was time to leave the hospital-we couldn't wait! I can't tell you how long your daddy and I dreamed of the day we would bring you home. We weren't scared or timid, but full of excitement and hope.
We weren't home for more than and few hours before you were headed back to the hospital, though. My little pumpkin was yellowed from jaundice and a trip to the doctor's office, a different hospital, and then back to the ER at the hospital where you were born. A traumatic blood draw, for your parents-it lasted 45 minutes done by a student who needed help-sorry we didn't know it should have only taken 30 seconds, you poor thing, and you and I checked into the Children's Hospital. You donned a pair of purple goggles and under the bilirubin lights. I watched over your tiny little body all night, trying to comfort you when you startled, feeding you, and feeling ferociously protective of you. We went home and made trips back to have more blood draws for a week, but soon we were back on track.
Mima had been with us for your birth, she even cut your umbilical cord, and then stayed with us for 2 weeks. She held you and sang to you and loved you up during that time and cried when she finally went home, but she was back for 3 more visits your first month. We are both so lucky to have her.
There are so many amazing things you have done during this first month of life and I do marvel at you constantly. Daddy and I took you for your first hike when you were 4 weeks to the day. Daddy wrapped you up in a sling and carried you under his coat as we trampled through the snow on Osprey Trail. You loved looking at the blue sky and tree skeletons, but soon you feel asleep.
We are shocked by how strong you are. You have been trying to hold you head up since day 2. In the hospital Daddy held you and when I walked by you picked your head up off his chest and looked over your shoulder following me across the room. This determination of yours has not waned. You can almost hold you head up on your own all the time now. You have been smiling from day 4, and your Mima is convinced it has not been from gas, but real smiles. I'm not sure about the early ones, but you give us big gummy smiles that turns us into puddles now everyday. Your eyes are still blue and we wonder if they will stay blue like your daddy's or turn brown like mine. We look at your features and try to link them to someone in the family, but I think you look just like you, just as you should and I look forward to every new day with you.
I love you very much,
Mommy
Dear Pumpkin,
You are one month old today. It both feels like you have been here for years and that you just arrived yesterday. I look at you with amazement all day and keep pinching myself because this all feels like a dream, partly because I think I'm sleep walking half the day trying to catch up on the the missed sleep the week of your delivery. Really, you are a great baby. You sleep all the time and through the night. We actually have to wake you to feed you, but we know this may not last for long. We thank you everyday for giving us a little time to adjust to parenthood, though, so you can keep sleeping like you are, but if that changes, we'll adjust.
You came into the world after a long and scary 3 day labor. There were plenty of mishaps along the way, and we watched the monitor and listened to your heart beat every second, making adjustments when you seemed to be asking for help inside me. When they finally told me you were ready to be here I couldn't believe it. I must have said, "I don't believe you." to the nurses 50 times before I started pushing, because i really couldn't believe you were really going to come to us. They reassured me at that point that if things went wrong they could get to you and save you if they had to, I felt a little relieved, but then you seemed to be just as tired as I, we had worked so hard for long together, and you were such a trooper during those long hours, but your heart rate plummeted and wasn't coming back up. The fear became thick in the room and with a very serious tone, the doctor said, "Jill, we need him out NOW!" And that was that. One more push and there you were. I saw you all pink and wet, arms outstretched. Your daddy announced, "It's a BOY!" I was overjoyed. They placed your wet body, still bloody from birth, on my chest. What a feeling! The warm weight of your tiny body next to my skin was the most exquisite feeling I have ever experienced. The love that filled me was immeasurable.
You seemed to know just what to do to melt our hearts. You were so alert and clear from the beginning. You started breast feeding immediately. We joked that you must have taken Breast feeding 101 before you arrived and taught me how to feed you. I felt so lucky to have cleared this hurdle with you. Soon it was time to leave the hospital-we couldn't wait! I can't tell you how long your daddy and I dreamed of the day we would bring you home. We weren't scared or timid, but full of excitement and hope.
We weren't home for more than and few hours before you were headed back to the hospital, though. My little pumpkin was yellowed from jaundice and a trip to the doctor's office, a different hospital, and then back to the ER at the hospital where you were born. A traumatic blood draw, for your parents-it lasted 45 minutes done by a student who needed help-sorry we didn't know it should have only taken 30 seconds, you poor thing, and you and I checked into the Children's Hospital. You donned a pair of purple goggles and under the bilirubin lights. I watched over your tiny little body all night, trying to comfort you when you startled, feeding you, and feeling ferociously protective of you. We went home and made trips back to have more blood draws for a week, but soon we were back on track.
Mima had been with us for your birth, she even cut your umbilical cord, and then stayed with us for 2 weeks. She held you and sang to you and loved you up during that time and cried when she finally went home, but she was back for 3 more visits your first month. We are both so lucky to have her.
There are so many amazing things you have done during this first month of life and I do marvel at you constantly. Daddy and I took you for your first hike when you were 4 weeks to the day. Daddy wrapped you up in a sling and carried you under his coat as we trampled through the snow on Osprey Trail. You loved looking at the blue sky and tree skeletons, but soon you feel asleep.
We are shocked by how strong you are. You have been trying to hold you head up since day 2. In the hospital Daddy held you and when I walked by you picked your head up off his chest and looked over your shoulder following me across the room. This determination of yours has not waned. You can almost hold you head up on your own all the time now. You have been smiling from day 4, and your Mima is convinced it has not been from gas, but real smiles. I'm not sure about the early ones, but you give us big gummy smiles that turns us into puddles now everyday. Your eyes are still blue and we wonder if they will stay blue like your daddy's or turn brown like mine. We look at your features and try to link them to someone in the family, but I think you look just like you, just as you should and I look forward to every new day with you.
I love you very much,
Mommy
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