Sunday, May 24, 2009

Parenting, Day Three

We're all still doing well. My C-section incision is healing nicely and I'm allowed to have real food again. I finally looked at the C-section incision this morning ... I got out of bed yesterday but I was afraid to look in case it was really gross or creepy and I passed out or something. But it just looks like my belly is very, very happy.

Baby has lots of hair and is fairly chubby right off; he has all the nice newborn characteristics and none of the ones that make them look like coneheads or Winston Churchill. He latched on at his first nursing attempt and while it hasn't been all smooth sailing, he's doing pretty well at it. Sometimes he gets so frantic looking for the food that when he finds it, he doesn't realize he's got it, and keeps looking, getting madder and madder. At 1 a.m. while full of painkillers without having slept much the night before EITHER when he started doing this, I became suddenly worried this parenting gig was going to be waaaaaaay too much for me. But eventually he goes back to sleep and looks adorable and I forget.

I actually went into labor right about when we arrived to the hospital for the C-section, and by the time I went in for the surgery, the contractions were as close as 3 minutes apart! But I only felt them for about an hour before the epidural came on board. I DID NOT like getting the epidural and I DID NOT like the sensation of having the epidural in me, but the C-section itself wasn't so bad. They had him coming out before I realized they'd really started (I could feel him coming out, the pressure as they pushed from the top). Then there was interesting him to watch being checked over while they sewed me up. They were so speedy I was almost done being stitched up when they took him to the nursery.

I'm uncomfortable and tired, but not unbearably so. Baby loves his dad already, and dad is a pro with him, swaddling like an expert, changing diapers, and soothing the baby when he's frustrated. And yes, baby does recognize his Frank Sinatra song when we sing to him.

(And I'm typing this from my hospital bed, because Proctor has wifi! Yay!)

I think this probably isn't very coherent because I'm still fairly drugged, but I seem to be using punctuation semi-correctly so hopefully it's at least readable.

12 comments:

Secret Server said...

It sounds like you are doing great! Congratulations!

Diane Vespa said...

So happy for you! Love your twitter updates. ;)

A Reader said...

Congratulations! Does baby have a name? Orange baby? Gray baby? :)

Billy Dennis said...

Still fewer errors than my site.

teachingrocks said...

I'm hoping his birth certificate doesn't say Flippy anywhere! Congratulations to you and your husband!

Jenny said...

Thanks for sharing your story. Take care new family.

Dan Dermody said...

Laura...congratulations to you and your husband on the birth of your son. Glad to hear everybody's doing so well.

Anne D. said...

I see via Twitter that you're home now. Give the kitties time. Enjoy these first dreamy weeks when the tadpole sleeps a lot of the time.

Jennifer said...

Eyebrows,
I am so happy for you and for your family. I can't wait to meet Flippy.
Jennifer

zentmrs said...

Congratulations!! Glad to hear you and Flippy are doing well!

Anonymous said...

Hey Laura - congratulations! Isn't giving birth and breastfeeding such fun! hahaha just wait for the rest of it, but in truth it does get better. Awstin is about to turn 6 and Ava will be 3 in September and by then all the drama of pregnancy, childbirth and the baby stages are long forgotten:) Sending my love to you guys all the way from Australia, Karlene xoxo

FreKy J said...

Grats on Flippy! It's nice to see someone taking some time before having their first child, much unlike most of the general population these days.