Aunt Cassandra came over to watch A, and we sped off, early enough to miss the usual morning traffic. I was in a prep room as the sun came up over the mountains to my right. Before we knew it, I had an IV in and the anesthesiologist was going over consent with me, in more detail than I needed.
After meeting with my doctor, I was taken in and prepped for surgery. I had a little trouble breathing, a side effect of the spinal block that goes halfway up my chest, probably put into my head when the anesthesiologist mentioned it as a possible side effect. Feeling this effect caused me to well, feel more like I was having trouble breathing and I started shaking because I was so cold. "Let's bring the husband in," someone said, and he was by my side before I knew it, taking me to my happy place by asking me to talk about the Halloween housewarming party that I plan to throw.
There was a lot more pulling and tugging this time around like they were really having trouble getting him out. The table I was on moved and the whole process was taking much longer than when I had my daughter. Both of us were concerned, but neither of us said anything. Then, we heard a bit of a cry, followed by silence. In reality, probably only 15 seconds passed until the next cry, but it felt like minutes. When we heard his cries again, they were reassuringly much stronger. Someone called him a hunk and they said he was perfect and tears of joy and relief started flowing. Underneath my husband's mask, a few tears escaped, and we each breathed a huge sigh of relief.
We were in recovery for a little while, before being taken up to my room where I would spend the next four days. That day, my friend Ann-Marie picked my daughter up and took her to daycare, stopping first to get her a doughnut. She sent me some pictures of her smiling, and I felt good knowing she likes daycare and that it's a part of her routine. An absolute highlight of that day, other than meeting our little man, was seeing her meet her little brother. It was a moment I had long dreamed of, but wasn't sure I would ever see.
On his second day of life, just as with A, I was amazed to discover that he has a dimple - on the same side as her! Newborns don't smile unless they have gas, and so it was only by chance that I happened to catch his dimple on video, and then took a screenshot. I was/am so overjoyed that they share this trait! What are the chances?
My time in the hospital flew by. I purchased a new book that I was excited to read and saved up 3 weeks of People magazine but didn't read a page. Each day, Daddy would bring Baby A to visit and then I had other visitors: My Dad and brother, Carey, Ann-Marie and Andrea. Andrea even took Baby A to Disneyland one day, which helped assuage my guilt of not being home with her (My first night in the hospital was our first night ever apart). And Carey had A over for playdates with her best friend Tommy, even though she also had a newborn at home. This helped tremendously because Daddy was busy trying to pack up the rest of our home!
|Six days old - first doctor's appointment|
Just like with A, he is an amazingly easy baby. He wakes every 2-4 hours to feed but is otherwise asleep all of the time! Nights were rough until we were in our new home for about a week and my husband took over the night feedings. No doubt this long stretch of sleep each night compromised my milk supply, but I just cannot pass up 7-8 hours of uninterrupted sleep!
|...and prayed and prayed.|
Things I don't want to forget about this month:
- Her saying "Please I can ....(watch princesses, watch TV)" instead of "Please can I..."
- Holding him when he was less than a week old, in the new house. He was looking at the floor and I started singing to him. He slowly turned his head upwards and locked eyes with me.
- Daddy singing "You Are My Sunshine" to him and Baby A joining in.
- His nickname, baby Chomper