TheOtherVillainess
Luminous beings we are, not this crude matter.....
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The Set-Up
Ok,so Weds night neither DH or I can sleep too good. We end up waking up around 2 am and putter around the house getting ready to leave for the hospital.Dh goes back to the house about a zillion times, because he keeps forgetting stuff. I figure he was just really nervous. We stop at Walmart on the way to pick up a box of Kleenex because he's afraid the hospital won't have any. We arrive and because of the earliness of the hour, we have to go in through the ER. They give me a wheelchair and a nice orderly (or wahtever he was)wheels me up to L&D, where I get undressed, sit and wait for DH who has to go back downstairs to check me in. The nurse comes in about 30 min later,fixes up my fluids IV and my Pitocin drip. About 15 min after the drip starts, I start feeling contractions, mostly in my back. I lay on the huge, uncomfortable bed and Brandon sits in a nearby chair. We pop in "Star Trek:First Contact", because we know it's going to be a while. After we finish that movie, around 8ish, the nurse comes back in and asks if I want the epidural, which I do by that point because the back labor is extremely uncomfortable. They hook me up, which doesn't take long and within probably 15 min, I am completely numb from about the waist down. I kept having DH poke my leg because I couldn't believe I was so numb at first.
Here We Go!
By 12 pm (just when DH and DILs decide to go get lunch out of the cafeteria conviently ^_^), I am dialated to a 10 and my OB shows up so I can start pushing. DH comes in and with the help of a nurse, holds my legs waaaaaaaay up in the air. Who invented that position anyway? It's so undignified. ^_^ They would tell me when to push and when to stop and I just did as I was told. It didn't hurt to push..not really. The only thing I really felt was Dr.Boyd sticking her hands up there trying to rotate James. He wanted to come ou t face up instead of face down. Every time she got him rotated over right, he kept rolling on his side. Stubborn kiddo. Takes after his daddy. ^_^ After about an hour of pushing, they give me an oxygen mask because his heartrate keeps dropping and they don't want him to be too freaked out. I push for another half hour or so and that's when Dr.Boyd gives up on rotating him over by hand and grabs the salad spoons. That's when I get REALLY uncomfortable cuz I can feel those suckers up in there (well the pressure of them anyway). After another 15 min or so of pushing, I hear a scream and a wail. Tears start rolling down my face and Dr.Boyd holds up this wet,wiggly,screaming thing which I can't exactly see too well on account of I am not wearing my glasses. Brandon hands me my glasses and I see him. It's James..all 6 lbs 10 oz and 20 inches of him. His feet are sticking way up in the air and I laugh because he almost looks like he's wearing swim flippers his feet are so huge.^_^ His head is covered in a mat of sticky dark hair and DH cuts the cord. They hand him to me for just a moment before taking him over to the newborn station in the corner of the room to clean him off and get him weighed and measured. I push a couple of more times at Dr.Boyd's direction and with an audible squishy plop deliver the placenta. Finally I'm allowed to rest. Yay!
It ain't over till the fat baby sings
They take me to my postpartum room and wheel James down to the nursery to do whatever it is they do to him in there. DH's parents, my parents,DSIL and her husband all arrive in my room, congratulating me and all I can do is smile tiredly because by this point I am totally exhausted. I haven't eaten since early the night before and all I've had so far is ice chips. After about a half hour,everybody leaves except for DFIL and DMIL.DMIL and DH go down to the cafeteria to eat and I order lunch. As soon as it arrives, I inhale it because I am starving and immediately fall asleep. The rest of the evening is fairly hazy because I couldn't really stay awake.They do bring James in for a little while and Bev tells me how she was watching him in the nursey window while they attempted to put on his first diaper. Apparently, he peed all over the place. That's my boy.^_^
The Day After
We spent Friday in the hosp as well and they'd bring him down every so often to eat or just hang out with us. DMIL/DFIL came and stayed most of the day with us and I attended a breastfeeding class for new moms that the hospital's lactation consultants gave. It really helped, I thought and has made BFing that much easier.
My first "Bad Parent" Moment
So Saturday we were discharged and I fed him early that morning before we had to leave. By the time we got home, he was screaming and nothing I did seemed to help. I attempted to BF, but I was stressed and he was stressed and things didn't go well. We eventually got him to accept a pacifier (bad bad mommy!),which quieted him down. I hadn't eaten much and my hormones were all outta whack, so I ended up sitting on the couch in DH's arms, sobbing my eyes out because I thought he would never eat again and starve himself to death. DH heated up some 3 day old pizza from the fridge for me and called his DMIL. By the time DMIL/DFIL arrived, I had sort of calmed down and she helped me BF James, showing me some different things I hadn't learned at the hospital or figured out on my own which really helped a lot. They also watched him while DH and I got some sleep and made us dinner.
So the first day didn't go terrific, but last night was ok. Jamesie has used the paci to figure out what exactly this whole sucking thing is about and it's helped him figure out how to latch on better when I BF. He slept for quite awhile last night,enabling DH and I to get some sleep. We had the monitor on and if he cried (which he barely did at all), one of us would go check on him. I'd also pumped some milk earlier in the evening so that DH could feed him if he felt like it, which he did attempt. DH said he got more ON him than IN him, but I figured as long as he's eating SOMETHING everything would be fine. This morning when I got the baby up and changed him, he ate quite a bit so I guess he made up for not eating so good last night when Daddy tried to feed him.
Right now he's sleeping in his bassinette, which I've wheeled into the office so I can keep an eye on him. I don't like leaving him in the nursery for too long. I want him to be where I can see and hear him,reach over and touch his silky thatch of nearly black hair, smell that sweet new baby smell.^_^ He's so cute...he looks like his daddy. Everybody says he looks like me but I can't see it, except in his chin. He's got my really rounded chin with a big dimple across the top of it. As soon as I get a chance (and Imagestation.com stops acting wierd),I'll post some piccies of him because there are PLENTY!^_^
TOV (tired but content
)
Ok,so Weds night neither DH or I can sleep too good. We end up waking up around 2 am and putter around the house getting ready to leave for the hospital.Dh goes back to the house about a zillion times, because he keeps forgetting stuff. I figure he was just really nervous. We stop at Walmart on the way to pick up a box of Kleenex because he's afraid the hospital won't have any. We arrive and because of the earliness of the hour, we have to go in through the ER. They give me a wheelchair and a nice orderly (or wahtever he was)wheels me up to L&D, where I get undressed, sit and wait for DH who has to go back downstairs to check me in. The nurse comes in about 30 min later,fixes up my fluids IV and my Pitocin drip. About 15 min after the drip starts, I start feeling contractions, mostly in my back. I lay on the huge, uncomfortable bed and Brandon sits in a nearby chair. We pop in "Star Trek:First Contact", because we know it's going to be a while. After we finish that movie, around 8ish, the nurse comes back in and asks if I want the epidural, which I do by that point because the back labor is extremely uncomfortable. They hook me up, which doesn't take long and within probably 15 min, I am completely numb from about the waist down. I kept having DH poke my leg because I couldn't believe I was so numb at first.
Here We Go!
By 12 pm (just when DH and DILs decide to go get lunch out of the cafeteria conviently ^_^), I am dialated to a 10 and my OB shows up so I can start pushing. DH comes in and with the help of a nurse, holds my legs waaaaaaaay up in the air. Who invented that position anyway? It's so undignified. ^_^ They would tell me when to push and when to stop and I just did as I was told. It didn't hurt to push..not really. The only thing I really felt was Dr.Boyd sticking her hands up there trying to rotate James. He wanted to come ou t face up instead of face down. Every time she got him rotated over right, he kept rolling on his side. Stubborn kiddo. Takes after his daddy. ^_^ After about an hour of pushing, they give me an oxygen mask because his heartrate keeps dropping and they don't want him to be too freaked out. I push for another half hour or so and that's when Dr.Boyd gives up on rotating him over by hand and grabs the salad spoons. That's when I get REALLY uncomfortable cuz I can feel those suckers up in there (well the pressure of them anyway). After another 15 min or so of pushing, I hear a scream and a wail. Tears start rolling down my face and Dr.Boyd holds up this wet,wiggly,screaming thing which I can't exactly see too well on account of I am not wearing my glasses. Brandon hands me my glasses and I see him. It's James..all 6 lbs 10 oz and 20 inches of him. His feet are sticking way up in the air and I laugh because he almost looks like he's wearing swim flippers his feet are so huge.^_^ His head is covered in a mat of sticky dark hair and DH cuts the cord. They hand him to me for just a moment before taking him over to the newborn station in the corner of the room to clean him off and get him weighed and measured. I push a couple of more times at Dr.Boyd's direction and with an audible squishy plop deliver the placenta. Finally I'm allowed to rest. Yay!
It ain't over till the fat baby sings
They take me to my postpartum room and wheel James down to the nursery to do whatever it is they do to him in there. DH's parents, my parents,DSIL and her husband all arrive in my room, congratulating me and all I can do is smile tiredly because by this point I am totally exhausted. I haven't eaten since early the night before and all I've had so far is ice chips. After about a half hour,everybody leaves except for DFIL and DMIL.DMIL and DH go down to the cafeteria to eat and I order lunch. As soon as it arrives, I inhale it because I am starving and immediately fall asleep. The rest of the evening is fairly hazy because I couldn't really stay awake.They do bring James in for a little while and Bev tells me how she was watching him in the nursey window while they attempted to put on his first diaper. Apparently, he peed all over the place. That's my boy.^_^
The Day After
We spent Friday in the hosp as well and they'd bring him down every so often to eat or just hang out with us. DMIL/DFIL came and stayed most of the day with us and I attended a breastfeeding class for new moms that the hospital's lactation consultants gave. It really helped, I thought and has made BFing that much easier.
My first "Bad Parent" Moment
So Saturday we were discharged and I fed him early that morning before we had to leave. By the time we got home, he was screaming and nothing I did seemed to help. I attempted to BF, but I was stressed and he was stressed and things didn't go well. We eventually got him to accept a pacifier (bad bad mommy!),which quieted him down. I hadn't eaten much and my hormones were all outta whack, so I ended up sitting on the couch in DH's arms, sobbing my eyes out because I thought he would never eat again and starve himself to death. DH heated up some 3 day old pizza from the fridge for me and called his DMIL. By the time DMIL/DFIL arrived, I had sort of calmed down and she helped me BF James, showing me some different things I hadn't learned at the hospital or figured out on my own which really helped a lot. They also watched him while DH and I got some sleep and made us dinner.
So the first day didn't go terrific, but last night was ok. Jamesie has used the paci to figure out what exactly this whole sucking thing is about and it's helped him figure out how to latch on better when I BF. He slept for quite awhile last night,enabling DH and I to get some sleep. We had the monitor on and if he cried (which he barely did at all), one of us would go check on him. I'd also pumped some milk earlier in the evening so that DH could feed him if he felt like it, which he did attempt. DH said he got more ON him than IN him, but I figured as long as he's eating SOMETHING everything would be fine. This morning when I got the baby up and changed him, he ate quite a bit so I guess he made up for not eating so good last night when Daddy tried to feed him.
Right now he's sleeping in his bassinette, which I've wheeled into the office so I can keep an eye on him. I don't like leaving him in the nursery for too long. I want him to be where I can see and hear him,reach over and touch his silky thatch of nearly black hair, smell that sweet new baby smell.^_^ He's so cute...he looks like his daddy. Everybody says he looks like me but I can't see it, except in his chin. He's got my really rounded chin with a big dimple across the top of it. As soon as I get a chance (and Imagestation.com stops acting wierd),I'll post some piccies of him because there are PLENTY!^_^
TOV (tired but content
)
). I think I'm going to go check his diaper, attempt to feed him (since it's been about 3 hrs or so since he ate) and then hand him off to Daddy so I can nap, since I got up twice last night and then early this morning to feed him. 
He's so cuuuuuuuuute!
