I think it’s time to officially introduce you to our new baby! If you follow me on Facebook, you know that our baby boy was born just before Christmas, and if you’re not on Facebook, you’ve probably guessed as much. Here on the blog, I’ll call him BabyM until I come up with a better blog name. (I have the foresight to realize that BabyM won’t be an appropriate name forever, and nor will the other things I call him now, like Milk Man, Sweet Cheeks, or Little Guy. I’m already terrified of how quickly he will grow!)
BabyM’s birthday went well. I started having contractions at midnight, went to the hospital around 4:30 AM, and we had our healthy baby boy just after 9 AM. My labor with Cee lasted 30 hours, and although I don’t think I would do anything differently if I could, it was a marathon that included an epidural, Pitocin, and more than two hours of pushing. BabyM, on the other hand, came so fast that by the time the pain got really intense, there wasn’t time to think about an epidural. I didn’t have my heart set on anything about this labor and delivery – after wanting this baby for so long, I truly just wanted a healthy baby. Still, it was cool to have the experience of an unmedicated birth. I had fabulous support from the nurses, my OB, and my husband and mom, who were both there for BabyM’s birth.
I have to say that the last month has been pretty blissful. I say this with a bit of trepidation, because I know that bliss isn’t always the #1 word used to describe the postpartum period, at least if we’re being honest. But I feel lucky to have this baby, and I am claiming this bliss right now. I love holding BabyM, nursing him, and even, or maybe especially, changing his diaper. He’s most alert, and amazingly, calm during diaper changes. He can be a very quiet, calm little soul, but he can also turn on a dime. His cries can sound angry, arms punching the air, face red and broken into a sweat. He did cry for the better part of three hours tonight, so while I do feel incredibly happy right now, life is not all roses.
To be honest, there’s one big reason why I’ve enjoyed the postpartum period so much this time around. I’ve had incredible support. My mom stayed with us for three weeks, and then my mother-in-law came for another three. Both have been a huge help with Cee, BabyM, meals, and generally keeping things afloat. If there are mothers in your life who can fill this role, I highly recommend this approach. They are the reason why I’ve been getting enough sleep every night, why Cee has felt lots of extra love during this time, and why I’ve been able to enjoy BabyM without worrying about what’s for dinner. What a gift this has been. It will be a second adjustment period when we’re on our own, but at least now we’ve found some semi-predictable rhythms.
Cee loves her little brother, although she still mentions occasionally that she wishes he was a girl. And once, she said she wished she could be the only kid again. Tonight at bedtime, we talked about how we will handle her bedtime after grandma has gone home and I’m on my own (my husband often works nights) and BabyM is screaming. Cee’s first suggestion was that dad could just not work. So there are a few things to work through, but Cee also comes running to help with nearly every diaper change. And BabyM loves her already. His eyes get extra-alert, and he almost always turns towards her voice when she talks to him.
I’ll stop gushing now and go to bed, but I hope to write more soon. As always, I have lots of blog topics swirling in my head, including some about BabyM, but too little time to sit down at the computer. I hope to fit more writing into my day soon as we start to hit more of a stride with naps (fingers crossed!).