Last month we celebrated Zen's 1st birthday and Shammy's 3rd birthday. This also marks 3…
Shaman’s first few days were spent being poked and prodded at all hours of the day. Since Shammy was born after my water had been broken for a long period of time, the doctors feared that he may have an infection. The cultures came back negative and he never had a fever but one of the usual markers for infection was way higher than normal so he ended up receiving antibiotics and spending an extra day at the hospital.
Because he was born by C-section I wasn’t able to take the placenta home to encapsulate. I actually had a mini argument with the surgeon while I laid out open in the OR but I realized that it was a losing battle as he dismissively said “we’ll have you talk to the pathologist”. They were not against giving me the placenta once they were done with it, they just insisted on giving it to me in formaldehyde, ugh.
While at the hospital I kept getting comments of “wow, big baby!” and the doctor even said that he didn’t think he could have been born vaginally due to his head being so big, I disagree but there is no point in arguing by now.
Sometimes I look at him while somebody else is holding him and think “that big baby came out of me?!”, lol. Now that we’re in the outside world people ask if he is a preemie until we tell them how old he really is and then they switch to wow, that’s big, lol.
This is a very strong boy from the start, he was holding his head up just hours after being born and smiling.
He has taken to breastfeeding well although since I nurse on demand we’re still trying to find a schedule and stick to it, right now it looks like it’ll be every 2 1/2 hours or so. I am glad for this as breastfeeding poop is so much better and doesn’t smell.
There was a particular nurse at the hospital that annoyed me and I nicknamed her the breastfeeding nazi. First she expected my milk to have come in less than 12 hours after he was born, she was overly critical of the latch position in contradiction to the feedback from other nurses, the lactation consultant and later on Dr. Punger. But when she really freaking annoyed me was on the last night at the hospital when she tried to lay a booby trap on me. Boobys trap are misconceptions that are forced upon nursing mothers that make them feel that they are unable to exclusively breastfeed their child, thankfully I had been well educated on this in pregnancy so her tactic didn’t work.
The bf nazi decided to wake me up at 2am on our last night at the hospital and while I was in a sleep induced fog tried to “inform” me that Shaman had lost too much weight and that I will need to supplement with formula starting immediately. In my fog I was able to muster enough coherence to explain to her that no, it is normal for a newborn to lose weight (and she should know that) and that even though he was in the upper range of weight loss, it is normal for breastfed babies to lose more until mom’s milk comes in and there is no need to rush into formula as long as he’s soiling enough diapers. She kept arguing with me so I ultimately convinced her to bring me a breast pump and allow me to supplement with pumped breastmilk. She didn’t like it but realized that she was not going to change my mind without bringing a team of pediatricians in carrying medical literature.
In the end I only pumped about an ounce that was never brought back to us to give to him before discharge. Just like I knew, she had been making a big deal over nothing as Shammy had regained 8 oz by the time he had his first pediatrician’s appointment approx 30 hours later (and grew half an inch!) and although he hasn’t been weighed since then I can tell that he’s gaining weight by watching his cheeks filling up and noticing that he’s already outgrowing the newborn sized fitted cloth diapers.
I am lucky that I only encountered the one booby trap but feel bad for other mothers that would have easily succumbed to the pressure. I met one such mom at the breastfeeding class I took at the hospital that was already supplementing with formula on the belief that she wasn’t making enough for her baby.
The hospital experience was so stressful for him that it made him constipated. This poor kid was really holding it in for several days. He pooped while in distress and then once more the night he was born and then nothing again until he came home from the hospital. The doctor was not worried so I wasn’t either. Within hours of coming home he relaxed and cleaned himself out over the next 24 hours to catch up. Now he can fart with the best of them, it can be heard all the way across the house.
I am not doing elimination communication yet as it was too overwhelming to move around and take care of him but I am trying to pay attention to his patterns so that when I do try it it’ll be easier for me to know when he needs to go.
This little baby has inherited his mom’s “in your face” approach to certain things as he insisted on nursing during the whole wheelchair ride out of the hospital room to the car when we were discharged. It was hilarious to watch the look of shock on everybody that we encountered along the way. The nurses asked if we wanted to wait and my response was “he doesn’t mind”, I guess that they’re not used to dealing with somebody that is confident in nature’s design.
Now that he’s at home I wish that there was a camera constantly following us to document all of the precious moments, there is so much that is being missed on a daily basis.
I can just stare into his eyes forever, they are so hypnotizing. I just sit there in awe every time he smiles or when he makes interesting facial expressions as he is having nice dreams.
He is showing tendencies of being a barefoot hippie as he doesn’t seem to like wearing socks and is an expert at taking them off in record time. The same applies to hats and blankets. We just ended up having to get a sleep sac so that he won’t end up with cold feet overnight.