karunamayi
02-11-2008, 05:41 PM
Little Lorenzo made his rather traumatic entrance on Saturday morning at 1:58 am. he came out very gray and floppy, apgar of 1 and not looking too good.
he did bounce back well, considering the trauma he underwent the whole 2 days prior.
After 20 minutes or so, he came back to the room with his dad while my sister was in recovery. I saw the most amazing thing, in all of my births and babies I've birthed myself, i never noticed. I was witness to this man falling in love with his son. It was beyond *bonding* but down right incredulity and sweet reverence that this tiny, beautiful being came from him.
he cooed and chatted and inspected and sniffed and cuddled and unwrapped and rewrapped and hugged and.... He just fell in love.
My sister was in recovery for 3 hours bc her epidural wasn't wearing off as it should, so the 3 of us sat there, in the middle of the night, and got to know each other.
he asked me has I circ'ed sterling. In my mind I thought *oooohhh SHIIIIIIT* but i suspect he was asking permission to *not* hurt his son vs really caring what I thought. I used the opportunity to tell him that my x and I fought over sterling' penis the entire pregnancy and it wasn't until he saw me endure the c/s that he decided that he never wanted to inflict pain on his son. *whew!*. My BIL got it, thankfully. But, we'll see who wins that conversation.
After 2 hours, I shooed dad to go check on his wife and I got to sit nicely with him for a while and understand what *aunt* means. It's a whole different type of love, you know?
When he came back, I tucked them both in to the bed cum couch and they dozed till my sister, the anti-family bedder, returned.
Today, nursing isn't going well and he is down 11% of his birth weight and there is very little milk in sight. She has a thyroid condition and apparently the thyroid is instrumental in the manufacturing of BM. The staff are looming nearby with a bottle of formula and a deadline of 5 pm.
I have tried to encourage her to get in touch with our excellent milk bank bc when they decide he needs to be supplemented it will be RIGHT NOW vs let me get this arranged.
i also offered to come and pump or nurse him myself but my sister and I are from different planets, so it was as if I didn't even speak.
I called my mom today and just said that I have to step back from this. i had no idea that the nursing/breast milk relationship was so close to my heart. Basically, baby is starving, getting frustrated and she is busy pumping which is good, eventually, and stressing over nipple confusion.
I have control issues and they are being tested right now. I just want to grab that baby and nurse him back up to health, but instead, I piss and moan here and cook for them.
Anyways, I now have a new hat! Auntie
he did bounce back well, considering the trauma he underwent the whole 2 days prior.
After 20 minutes or so, he came back to the room with his dad while my sister was in recovery. I saw the most amazing thing, in all of my births and babies I've birthed myself, i never noticed. I was witness to this man falling in love with his son. It was beyond *bonding* but down right incredulity and sweet reverence that this tiny, beautiful being came from him.
he cooed and chatted and inspected and sniffed and cuddled and unwrapped and rewrapped and hugged and.... He just fell in love.
My sister was in recovery for 3 hours bc her epidural wasn't wearing off as it should, so the 3 of us sat there, in the middle of the night, and got to know each other.
he asked me has I circ'ed sterling. In my mind I thought *oooohhh SHIIIIIIT* but i suspect he was asking permission to *not* hurt his son vs really caring what I thought. I used the opportunity to tell him that my x and I fought over sterling' penis the entire pregnancy and it wasn't until he saw me endure the c/s that he decided that he never wanted to inflict pain on his son. *whew!*. My BIL got it, thankfully. But, we'll see who wins that conversation.
After 2 hours, I shooed dad to go check on his wife and I got to sit nicely with him for a while and understand what *aunt* means. It's a whole different type of love, you know?
When he came back, I tucked them both in to the bed cum couch and they dozed till my sister, the anti-family bedder, returned.
Today, nursing isn't going well and he is down 11% of his birth weight and there is very little milk in sight. She has a thyroid condition and apparently the thyroid is instrumental in the manufacturing of BM. The staff are looming nearby with a bottle of formula and a deadline of 5 pm.
I have tried to encourage her to get in touch with our excellent milk bank bc when they decide he needs to be supplemented it will be RIGHT NOW vs let me get this arranged.
i also offered to come and pump or nurse him myself but my sister and I are from different planets, so it was as if I didn't even speak.
I called my mom today and just said that I have to step back from this. i had no idea that the nursing/breast milk relationship was so close to my heart. Basically, baby is starving, getting frustrated and she is busy pumping which is good, eventually, and stressing over nipple confusion.
I have control issues and they are being tested right now. I just want to grab that baby and nurse him back up to health, but instead, I piss and moan here and cook for them.
Anyways, I now have a new hat! Auntie