1 Week Later...

From The First Week of Life

I can't believe my baby is already 1 whole week old!

Michael is more amazing than I ever could have imagined, and the daddy and I spend a great deal of time baby gazing, holed up back in our bedroom. Who needs the outside world anyway? I've got a baby to stare at!

Before I forget, I'd like to say a few things:

1. I will never EVER even remotely judge a women and her decision to breast feed/pump/formula feed ever ever ever again. Not that I actually really ever did this (in a critical way) but seriously. Never again. I never considered that baby's lunch might be coming from somewhere besides me, but it is appearing that will be my reality. I'm still fighting the good fight, but I've come to terms (after many many tears) that little dude hates to latch and my pumping supply can only go on for so long.

2. Newborns cry about everything like they are on fire. Mike cries with the same intensity whether it is because he is cold, has a dirty diaper, is hungry, or just needs to be comforted. When he cries he snorts, and that is just too adorable for words and is it wrong that I can't stop laughing when my baby cries?

3. C-Sections aren't as terrible as I thought they would be. It has been a week and I'm "mostly" ok. It still stings a little bit when I stand up or sit down too fast, but I've heard that recovering from an episiotomy can be much worse.

4. Friends and family are awesome to have around when you have a baby, especially when after a c-section. Husband and I haven't had to cook for ourselves since we got home from the hospital between my mother-in-law and my best friend Val. Everyone was great, and it helped us adjust to "life with a baby" much more easily.

5. I feel bad for husbands. Seriously. All the nurses at the hospital treated the husband like a jerk for no apparent reason, especially since he pretty much exclusively took care of the baby for the first 24-48 hours of his life (that part where I could barely walk, much less get out of bed to change a diaper). In fact, the only thing I did during that part of his life was have 8 nurses and 3 lactation consultants feeling me up and telling me how inadequate my breasts are for the purposes of nursing a child.

The treatment of husband extended outside the hospital to the home, as well (to a lesser extent). He was getting up at night to take care of baby and getting just as little sleep as me, yet he was expected to get crap taken care of while I was urged to just put my feet up. Wait a sec - he is tired, too! Doesn't husband deserve someone to bring him a drink? No? *sigh*

6. It is interesting living my life in 3 hour bursts. Ok - Change the baby, feed the baby, cuddle the baby, and now I've got three hours until I have to do it all over again. Wonder what I can get accomplished? So far - not much. I've only made it into the computer room a couple times even. I'm sure this will get better. Maybe.

Finally, baby had his 1 week Pediatrician visit today. He's doing great and the doc advised she doesn't need to see us until the 1 month visit. Hooray!