This post is a long time coming... I don't need to give any excuses though, I am a new mommy after all!
After all that baking, my munchkin arrived on 20th September 2013...yes very much on time baby! The first 5 days were extremely stressful as my precious one was under monitoring in NICU, which meant I didn't have the luck of holding him close to me in the first few hours and also a lot of separation due to us being in different rooms...it was certainly difficult. But as far as I recall I didn't cry at all since he was doing great and was perfectly healthy. He confused the doctors with his heart pattern in the first 2 hours of his life and then came back to normal on his own. I strongly believe he didn't take labor process well and certainly not the pushing part... poor little baby.
After we got clearance from all his tests (God is great!) ; we were allowed to take him home. It was a feeling beyond words, a realization of how lucky we all were as a family and with all the support and care we received up to his discharge. I must have thanked God so many times for his blessing. The ride home with him in his fresh car seat was surreal...a dream finally come true! We get to kickstart enjoying parenthood and he gets to come home and be with us, meaning no more NICU pod!! I was happy beyond words....we all were just silently enjoying the ride and hubby asking me every so often, if he was sleeping or looking or moving. He slept peacefully while I watched him with pride and gratitude.
Mom, Hubby and I were so excited that we had so many ideas for his first day home...pics, prayer, see if he likes his crib, finally unpack hospital bags, organize the room while he sleeps and so on. Really, a 5 day old hardly needed anything , other than being fed every so often...The first few days we had such a great time caring for him and hubby had almost a month off before going to work.
We enjoyed his newborn expressions - like drunk on milk, staring at us with amazement, the angelic face when sleeping, faces when we talked to him and most of the big grump when awake but not alert. we named him mr. serious, popeye (because he did the popeye thing a lot). The first few weeks were all about "did you burp him?", "pee/poo", "moro reflex", he was very good about his feeding time, very on the dot, exact 2-3 hour gaps for his re-fill. We were amazed! and I love how everything was an event! Like, the first time his cord fell, it smelled like an infection and we rushed him to the doctor, only for it to fall like 10 minutes later.
Little one hated the swaddle as early as a week old, he was pretty good about sleeping in his crib. He wanted a lot of carrying and so he made sure we were busy. I pulled out the brand new play gym in about 2 weeks (without dad's or grandma's support) and he supported their view by crying when in it.
Mom was around to help out until he was almost 4 months old. That was like God send help. crazily a full chest of clothes, towels, bibs, baby items all for himself in the first week!!
And his first bath was a BIG event... get the new tub, prep with wash cloth, check the water temperature with the water thermometer, have the best soap available...only to end up in his non-stop crying while in the tub and hating the bath! I must say 18 months later, even today he hates bath time!!
More to follow...(I just realized how much I miss writing!)
After all that baking, my munchkin arrived on 20th September 2013...yes very much on time baby! The first 5 days were extremely stressful as my precious one was under monitoring in NICU, which meant I didn't have the luck of holding him close to me in the first few hours and also a lot of separation due to us being in different rooms...it was certainly difficult. But as far as I recall I didn't cry at all since he was doing great and was perfectly healthy. He confused the doctors with his heart pattern in the first 2 hours of his life and then came back to normal on his own. I strongly believe he didn't take labor process well and certainly not the pushing part... poor little baby.
After we got clearance from all his tests (God is great!) ; we were allowed to take him home. It was a feeling beyond words, a realization of how lucky we all were as a family and with all the support and care we received up to his discharge. I must have thanked God so many times for his blessing. The ride home with him in his fresh car seat was surreal...a dream finally come true! We get to kickstart enjoying parenthood and he gets to come home and be with us, meaning no more NICU pod!! I was happy beyond words....we all were just silently enjoying the ride and hubby asking me every so often, if he was sleeping or looking or moving. He slept peacefully while I watched him with pride and gratitude.
Mom, Hubby and I were so excited that we had so many ideas for his first day home...pics, prayer, see if he likes his crib, finally unpack hospital bags, organize the room while he sleeps and so on. Really, a 5 day old hardly needed anything , other than being fed every so often...The first few days we had such a great time caring for him and hubby had almost a month off before going to work.
We enjoyed his newborn expressions - like drunk on milk, staring at us with amazement, the angelic face when sleeping, faces when we talked to him and most of the big grump when awake but not alert. we named him mr. serious, popeye (because he did the popeye thing a lot). The first few weeks were all about "did you burp him?", "pee/poo", "moro reflex", he was very good about his feeding time, very on the dot, exact 2-3 hour gaps for his re-fill. We were amazed! and I love how everything was an event! Like, the first time his cord fell, it smelled like an infection and we rushed him to the doctor, only for it to fall like 10 minutes later.
Little one hated the swaddle as early as a week old, he was pretty good about sleeping in his crib. He wanted a lot of carrying and so he made sure we were busy. I pulled out the brand new play gym in about 2 weeks (without dad's or grandma's support) and he supported their view by crying when in it.
Mom was around to help out until he was almost 4 months old. That was like God send help. crazily a full chest of clothes, towels, bibs, baby items all for himself in the first week!!
And his first bath was a BIG event... get the new tub, prep with wash cloth, check the water temperature with the water thermometer, have the best soap available...only to end up in his non-stop crying while in the tub and hating the bath! I must say 18 months later, even today he hates bath time!!
More to follow...(I just realized how much I miss writing!)
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