Thing 3 was officially one month old yesterday, and I decided it is about time to (1) blog about him and (2) start blogging again in general. I’ve been meaning to, but everything is just harder with a newborn. Especially a newborn that wants to nurse 24/7 and would like to never be set down. I’ve been down that road before, but that was with Thing 1 and he was the only Thing back then. Thing 3 is sometimes just out of luck with the other two Things around, and that’s just stressful for all of us. Also, I’m dealing with PPD (again) which is both better in some ways this time around and worse in others—but I’ll do a whole different post about that.
Thing 3 arrived on August 6th as scheduled. The delivery went really, really well. Contrary to what so many birth nazis would have you believe, a Cesarean Birth can be an awesome, peaceful, and empowering experience. I’m 3 for 3 now. This one was made especially special by the anesthesiologist. I’ve never had one that was bad, but this one went above and beyond awesome. Throughout the delivery she talked to me, comforted me, gave me detailed updates on everything that was happening, and just generally chatted with me to keep feeling comfortable and happy. She did so much more than her job description. I’ll never forget her.
And of course the bestest moment was getting to hear Thing 3’s beautiful cry and see his beautiful face and hold his soft cuddliness next to my body. He is a great nurser and started eating right away. He is the first of my three to NOT be tongue tied, so that was a huge relief.
He did, however, follow in his older brothers’ footsteps as far is being all yellow and jaundice by the end of the first day. So, we had more go rounds with the bili lights and blood tests for days. Even after we came home from the hospital we did some home health care and had frequent trips to the doctor’s office. We all hated it. It is especially frustrating to me because I’ve done my research on jaundice and know the risks of long term effects are so incredibly low that it isn’t worth all of the ado. Some sunlight and time would have been just fine. So, jumping through hoops is incredibly frustrating, not to mention exhausting for a family with a brand new baby. Its all over now though.
Some good news is that Things 1 and 2 just adore him. Some bad news is that they’ve no real concept of the personal boundaries a baby needs. There is a great deal of poking and patting and some rather dangerous attempts at cuddling. But, as long as all interactions are monitored, we do okay. I can’t tell you how many times a day I’ve heard Thing 2 say, “Oh, Wade is SO cute!”
Of course, they’ve also both had some (many)
melt downs moments wherein they make it clear that they are vying for Husband and I’s attention and that they don’t care what kind of attention it is. I think this can be attributed both to the new addition and to the fact that professor Husband has gone back to work after taking two of the summer months off. Sadly, taking fall semester off is not an option. Oh, how I wish it were. I think I’ve had a few of those “moments” myself.
In other good news: breastfeeding, which has always been a struggle with me (low supply issues) is going better than it ever has (which I was hoping for, because a mama generally makes more milk with each baby she has). Thing 3’s weight gain has still been on the slower end, and we still have supplement him with extra milk occasionally. BUT, I got some donor milk and between that and the milk I pump, we’ve been able to keep up. We haven’t had to buy formula yet, which is huge since Thing 1’s diet was mostly formula Thing 2’s was about half and half. I still stress about my milk supply because it is hard not to. It is what I’m used to. And there are still days when I can tell it is too low because he needs more supplement than usual. But, overall, it has been a much better experience than I’ve had before. As with each time before, I’m just going to do the best I can for as long as I can, (which was about 6 months for the other two).
He was born at 7 lbs 10 oz and 19 inches long. At his one month he was 8 lb 7 oz and 21.5 inches long.
And it is, of course, also awesome to not be pregnant any more. But that also should get a whole other post.