Although the last night in the hospital and first night home were pretty hellish, we’re miraculously getting a good amount of sleep right now. Last night, Shea slept SEVEN hours straight. I finally woke him up to feed him at 3:30 a.m., then played with him, fed him again and put him back to sleep from 5 to 8 a.m. We’ve been going on walks every day either with the Mobi Wrap or the stroller, and today I was so tired after our walk that I handed him over to Martin and went to sleep for a couple more hours. I woke up to find Martin and the baby sound asleep on the couch together, so the house is very quiet right now.
Breastfeeding has been challenging. At first it was excruciating, so I started using a nipple shield (piece of plastic with holes in it) and that worked well, but people kept telling me that I had to wean myself off of it eventually (WHY, I want to know?!) I did three feedings without it a couple days ago, and was in too much pain to continue after that. Then last night and today I did FIVE more feedings without it before I reverted to the shield. I’m proud of that. And he feeds for a much shorter time without it, so I think he’s getting a lot more milk that way.
I’m enjoying my new sheltered life. I read or watch TV while breast feeding. We’ve watched the entire third and fourth seasons of The Office and the last two episodes of Dexter and are working our way through Season Four of The Wire and are about to begin Season One of Weeds. I tried to watch Superbad and had to turn it off after ten minutes. My rating of that movie is—super bad. I laughed because after I gave it a one-star rating on Netflix, it said, “Based on your recommendation of Superbad, we would like to suggest the following movies:” and they were all old French films I’ve seen before. Ha. I’m reading Annie Lamott’s Operating Instructions as well as Harvey Karp’s Happiest Baby on the Block. Maybe I’ll read a non-baby related book next—or maybe not.
It’s so nice not to have goals, particularly writing goals. It’s nice not to stress about anything but how to get enough sleep, although I do set very small goals for myself each day like, “Balance checkbook” or “File Blue Cross claim,” but I don’t worry if I don’t do them. One goal I DON’T plan to set for several more weeks is a weight-loss goal. Right now I’m weighing myself out of curiosity to see if it’s true that breast feeding “makes the pounds melt off.” I gained 48 pounds total (gulp), lost 10 with the birth and another seven since then. Still have 31 to go!
I haven’t noticed any changes in Shea yet, not in size or temperament, except that for a couple of nights he wouldn’t sleep unless I was holding him, and now he goes down for hours in his Moses basket, which lies next to me on the bed. The key was swaddling him extra tightly so he couldn’t wiggle his arms out and upset himself. I am a huge advocate of Harvey Karp’s Five S’s.
I’m ready for Christmas! Our tree has dozens of presents under it—both for other people and for us. We have lights up and candy made and, although I haven’t dug up my Christmas music yet, we’ve been listening to a lot of Chopin. My music is so disorganized because I removed it all from my computer at one point to free up space and now I CAN’T REMEMBER where I put it. Ugh. It’s on one of my external hard drives, or my computer that’s broken , or one of Martin’s many computers. Someday I hope to find it and put it all in one place.
I’m babbling now, so I’ll stop. The weather has been beautiful, by the way, and Martin gave me a fancy SLR as an early Christmas present, so I’ll have to start posting pictures of our walks.
Oh, and one more thing! I forgot to mention in my Birth Story post that my first thought after delivering the baby was, “I will NEVER EVER do that again. I am getting an epidural next time.” It really is pretty masochistic to have a baby without drugs. And yet everything went so smoothly, so perfectly, that yes, now that I’ve had ten days to forget how bad the pain was, I would do it naturally again. The second time is supposed to be easier anyway.