I write this under the same disclaimer as my last post.
days following the birth of our son are hazy to me. Many encounters I
had, I've forgotten entirely while others manage to remain in my mind
fairly clear. For instance, I was completely unaware that I had partaken
in a rather thorough explanation of the hospital's food services and
menu options with a cafeteria representative. I thought you just
received whatever was on the menu for the day and it was a complete
surprise.I didn't know you could order food beyond breakfast, lunch, and
dinner, and even change your entree from what was on the menu to
whatever you wanted so long as you notified them in time enough prior to
the meal's serving time.
I do remember shaking
uncontrollably after birth, probably from pain, adrenaline and blood
loss. No amount of warm blankets helped. I remember how proud Aaron was.
I remember that the nurse who weighed Jude had to weigh him a second
time because she couldn't believe it. I remember not being able to move
my right leg from the epidural for a long, long while. I do not remember
Josh and Melina being in the delivery room with me for a little bit
after birth before I was taken upstairs to the recovery room. Which
means I also didn't remember the photos they had taken -- thankfully I
was wearing clothes!
I remember that all of the nurses
were amazed by how long my delivery took and even more in awe with how
long I pushed. They also kept warning me that Jude would be a night owl
and I should not expect him to sleep much during the night, only for him
to sleep like a champ. Had nurses not come to wake him up for a
feeding, he would have slept the entire night! I remember they wanted to
give me a room mate but (thankfully) decided not to because Aaron was
rooming with me in a cot. I do not recall the social security
representative or the birth certificate one coming in to brief us on how
to receive official copies of each. I do not recall the vaccinations or
the speeches preceding them, only that I received two and Jude received
one. I vaguely recall the hearing screening a-okaying Jude's hearing.
remember a day or two later that my doctor came in surprised I stuck it
out so long. The average birth takes six hours and the average time
spent pushing is roughly an hour. I labored for twenty-nine hours and
pushed for four! I remember him saying that after two hours most women
opt for an elective c-section. I was far too stubborn for that though. I
remember a pediatrician coming in but I do not remember what he talked
to us about.
I remember a nurse briefing me about when
I am finally checked out, how I'd receive a prescription for two
different types of pain killers. I also remember how, when it came time
to check out a day or so later, that one of those prescriptions
magically disappeared and they were going to send me home with Motrin
alone. After a bit of confusion they finally sent me home with a new
prescription for a lesser pain killer, but at least it was something. I
still have no idea what became of the original prescription (it was
being kept at the nurse's station), I don't think anyone does. I don't
remember the process of checking out, only the journey down to the car
escorted by a nurse.
The car ride home was nerve
wracking. It seemed like every other car on the road was driven by a mad
man. The first twenty-four hours at home were spent nursing and napping
with absolutely no time for anything else which left me sleep deprived
and starving. Jude had developed an appetite but I was still only
expressing colostrum. A combination of my milk coming in late, and
little time for rest leaving me with little supply once it had, meant by
Jude's Monday doctor appointment he'd lost an entire pound from his
birth weight. Far more than the acceptable ten percent that's expected.
So we had to introduce him to a bottle and formula supplement. Luckily
introducing him to the bottle didn't effect his ability or desire to
I had planned on remaining enrolled in
classes after birth, doing my work from home for a few weeks and going
in for exams and such. Unfortunately I did not consider a difficult
birth of a large baby. Ultimately, I wound up needing to drop them.
After merely taking a casual stroll with Aaron and Jude a week later, I
passed a blood clot the size of a chicken egg followed by an increase in
bleeding. Nurses instructed me to get as much rest as possible and if
the bleeding didn't begin to taper off again in twelve hours or
increased at all to go straight to the emergency room. So that ended
that. Only now, nearly five weeks later am I beginning to feel any
better physically though lack of sleep certainly hasn't sped along my
recovery, that's for sure.
My pregnancy anemia is worse
due to the amount of blood lost during childbirth, resulting in
spontaneous bruising, fatigue, and headaches. My hip can barely support
my weight, making walking painful and difficult. Naturally, it goes
without saying that it feels like someone kicked me in the uterus and
the rearrangement of one's organs is never pleasant. We'll see what the
doctors say on the twentieth. Hopefully it's all going well, even if
slow. Still wouldn't trade it for the world.
to ten pounds as of his circumcision, having regained all of his birth
weight and then some. As such, we've weened him off the supplementing to
see if I'm producing enough milk to sate him now. I think it may be
ideal to continue giving him one bottle in the evening so that he sleeps
a little longer, so I don't deteriorate due to deprivation again.
Breast milk is easier to digest than formula, so babies get hungrier
faster. Jude only sleeps for a max of two hours after breast feeding,
usually less. He'll sleep for four or so after a bottle of formula at
night. We'll see how he's doing post circumcision tomorrow at his one
month well-check. I'll keep you posted.
these things, I don't recall anything else. I know Jon and Sean came to
meet Jude when we got home from the hospital, but I don't actually
remember this taking place. It's all very surreal.