In the NICU
First family photo
snuggling up and keeping warm
so so tiny. In his newborn sleep sack that matched my pjs. It was WAY too big for him
The morning we were leaving they came to unhook me from all my drugs, antibiotics, etc ( I was on two antibiotics because of my appendectomy) and I was feeling pretty good. I had started to pack up our bags while P had gone to get a few things from the house, and then it happened. I threw up, EVERYWHERE! I was by myself, with P gone and my parents not in yet. It was awful. Let me tell you- throwing up 3 days after a C-section HURTS! I thought my incision was going to come open! I felt awful but thought it was from taking a pain pill without having eaten first.
cuddled up with dad (we had lots of double swaddles and extra blankets because he had trouble regulating his temperature early on
Even after that and just not feeling well the rest of the day, we were discharged and came home. It was very surreal to go from all of our family and nurses in the hospital to just the three of us at home! Our family had left and P was staying home from work the rest of the week.
so very tiny
We had dinner that night courtesy of our sweet neighbors and I felt okay but not great. But by the next morning everything I ate was coming back up. . . not fun. Called the doctor and they immediately put me on antibiotics for a week. By the second day I was keeping food down but still just not feeling great, and no appetite. Thursday Sam came home to meet his new brother. I was VERY apprehensive about this. I knew Sam wouldn't be aggressive or try to hurt the baby but he's 45 lbs and doesn't have any idea how fragile a baby is. It went amazingly well. He was very curious (as he always is) but very cautious. And he followed the baby around all the time. And anytime Jackson cried, Sam came RUNNING to his side! Especially on the changing table! This was a HUGE relief. by Saturday I was feeling pretty good and my mom was coming back down to stay with us for a week which I was excited about. We also had our newborn photo session this Saturday (January 26th) which was so fun! If you are in the Houston area and need a photographer I highly recommend Kelly Garvey! She's awesome!
getting settled in
Sam to the rescue
Curious curious Sam
The next week was really not too bad. I mean it was hard and exhausting for sure but maybe I had just been been preparing myself for AWFUL! The sleep deprivation was by far what I was most worried about for myself- because I know how much sleep I need and how stressed out I can get without it. But, so far, Jackson has been a relatively easy baby. (KNOCK ON WOOD, PRAISE the LORD!!) At least as of yet he is not a huge crier. Don't get me wrong, he cries! He cries when he's hungry- mainly at night (which is so gut wrenching) and when he's cold but there is always seems to be a reason for his cries and he is usually easily consolable! Let me tell you, consoling him is the best. I love snuggling up with him! I was having a hard enough time with my recovery from both the C-section and appendectomy and my wild hormones that I don't think I could have handled anything else. The Lord only gives you what you can handle right? I think he knew I couldn't handle much more. And hearing him cry for more than like 30 seconds makes my hormones go crazy. I start sweating and I get crampy in like 10 seconds flat.
trying out his swing in the sweet preemie outfit his daddy bought him our first week home! We had barely any clothes that fit him since I was expecting him to be big at full term. I think I only had 3 newborn size outfits and all of those were still huge on him at this point. Thank goodness for family and friends (talking to you Caro!) for buying him tons of preemie clothes then coming home, washing and folding them for us!
getting more and more alert as the weeks go on!
Love that face! And seeing how big these pjs are on him in this pic! They are newborn size and fit him well now (at 4 weeks!)
The biggest frustration I have had came in the beginning of week two. I was full on breastfeeding and pumping without a problem, then out of no where I wasn't pumping nearly as much and Jackson seemed hungry much faster like he wasn't getting enough food. This went on for a few days, probably longer than I should have let it go, before I called a lactation consultant. Yes my milk supply was declining and no we didn't know why but she thought we might have caught the window to get it back to full production. A week and many many many tears later my milk was essentially dried up. I found out through some research and a long discussion with my pediatrician's nurse that antibiotics do this to you. And it's a known fact. Then I cried more, mainly out of frustration. I had to take the medicine for myself but why had no one told me this?! I would have called for help a lot sooner and probably still be able to breastfeed.
filing his nails was a bit confusing, but not upsetting apparently :)
A week later (three weeks old) I was resigned to the fact that he was going to be formula fed. It's hard. It's SO hard. It's hard because people judge SO badly if you aren't breastfeeding. They have no idea the circumstances we are in and that it isn't by choice. And it's hard because the formula is definitely harder on baby's stomach and he was not feeling well for like a week because of it. We have finally gotten onto a formula (Gerber Good Start Gentle) that I love because Jackson isn't in pain all day long, and it uses whey protein and other ingredients to try to mimic breast milk as best man can, even though I think it may be the most expensive formula out there! It was a tough choice but in the end it wasn't really my choice, my body just stopped doing its job after all the drugs and I HATE that. It makes me mad just thinking about it. But after finally admitting that we were going to have a formula fed baby and that that was okay, I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders and things instantly felt sunnier! Even as I started my first week with Jackson alone!