Catching Up

I am the worst blogger that ever existed, so here goes a wrap-up.

1st Day at the Hospital:
-Ben sleeps.
-I’m forced to walk around with a cathetar.
-Getting out of bed sucks
-Ben has major trouble breathing thanks to his retarded mother loving the smelliest flowers on earth - after saline drops, propping him up and suctioning his nose over and over again, he finally had to be put in a misting box so he could breathe again.
-Ben sleeps on my chest. I wake up every single time the nurses begin to come in the room and pretend I’m awake so they don’t take him away.
-No milk, not worried

2nd Day:
-Ben sleeps
-Parents and grandparents drop off preemie clothes for the super tiny child.
-Nurse threatens to leave the cathetar in until I drink a large pitcher of water in an hour…Eric refuses to help me cheat.
-Getting out of bed still sucks.
-Shower. Ouch.
-Got the chest sleeping, nurse avoiding thing down.
-Ben’s down to 6lbs.
-Still no milk. Baby won’t stop crying. See lactation consultant. Getting a little worried…

3rd Day:
-Ben cries…all the time.
-Ben down to 5lbs 11oz
-Ped visits, says weight loss is fine.
-Nurse tells me…er…Ben, “Mommy’s starving you, isn’t she?”
-Guilted into formula. Feel like loser. Cry…a lot.
-Amazing lactation consultant makes me stop crying and gives me an electric pump because, “Oh no, a manual will just not do.”
-Creepy night time nurse comes in like a stealth tiger and steals my child off of my chest…bastard.
-Getting out of bed? Sucks.

4th Day:
-Go home.
-Use step stool to get into bed.
-Still no milk. Must break out powdered formula.
-Very, very hot. Ben pees brick dust.
-Take lots of pictures.
-Ben sleeps.
-I can’t sleep in bed. Try the couch. Can’t sleep there either. Cry because I’m a wuss.

The remainder of the first week is pretty much a blur. It involved a lot of crying because I couldn’t get comfortable, couldn’t walk, couldn’t do anything without it hurting, couldn’t breastfeed, etc.

Healing
It definitely takes that full 6 weeks to heal. The first week sucks. The second week sucks a tiny bit less. Third week, a tiny bit less than that. Until, suddenly, the 6th week you can sneeze without crying and it’s amazing.

Benjamin
He slept through the night since birth. We had to wake him up to eat otherwise he’d wake up in the foulest mood. He had a permanant furrowed brow. A face like, “Who the hell are you and why are you doing this to me?” He’s had issues with his formula. He’s had a yeast infection on his bottom. He’s had colic. He was born in the 10th percentile and has remained in the 10th percentile. He’s got huge feet and a lollipop head. He’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever had enter my life.

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