The baby’s sleeping now… shhhhhh!
Well actually we’re lucky on this front. He can sleep through almost anything! Except hunger. That will never keep him down.
I gave birth at 9:30am on Monday, October 2, and I’m writing this at around the same time one month later, but the circumstances are completely different. I went from lying down with almost no control over the situation, in a cold and sterile operating room, to being in my own home, warm and happy, with my baby and my cat sleeping contentedly, within arm’s reach. Lucas Tannous was born while his mum was trying not to freak out by listening to some Whitney Houston on his dad’s boom box. The song he screamed his way onto was the phenomenal – One Moment in Time. Do enjoy it for Luki’s sake. It was such an appropriate song!!
This journey has not been easy though! For those who like numbers, according to my Baby+ app, this is what the last 31 days have been like:
- 247 breastfeeding sessions
- 233 diaper changes
- 13.56 hours of sleep per day (for the baby/4-5 hours of sleep for his mummy and daddy :P)
And of course…
- Tons of meghle as people come and admire little Lucas (I did not document these on the baby app – I have limits).
I went from someone who was afraid to touch a newborn to a ‘pro’ who can change a diaper while avoiding the catastrophe of new pee hitting me in the face – changing at the speed of light (still can get faster) so he doesn’t beat me to it!!
I went from someone who was crying over her baby while he was breastfeeding, swearing that the pain just wasn’t worth it! I know it’s ‘liquid gold’ but this just hurts way too much!!! This was the most challenging part honestly. The fact that what should come so instinctively to mothers was just so painful, so difficult. It just sucked! (Pun intended.) And my support system – my husband and my mum – had to endure all the anger and frustration as I fought my way through. Now I’m at a point where I can enjoy the closeness, the smile that Luki gives me right as he’s getting full, and I can laugh at the way he just violently lets mummy go the minute he’s had his fill.
I am still learning… it’s way too soon to have anything under control, but I’m the one standing this time – no lying down on a metallic slab in an OR. I’m standing and taking care of business…slowly but surely. And I know it’s cliche, but the minute you’re up at night, at 3am, with a baby guzzling his milk away, you understand the closeness that makes it all worth the pain.
Before I went into the OR, I read an article about a message from a newborn baby, asking the parents for just some patience during the first 6 weeks, where everything is just so new and difficult. And now I understand. At the peak of the exhaustion and pain, I would remember that article… and I would think… patience. (Then I’d go and pet the cat – Dexter’s purring can always give me instant relief).
During this first month, I’m grateful for my mum who didn’t leave my side, and my husband who has more maternal instinct in his little finger than I could ever have. I compensate by doing tons of research – and by using apps.
I am also grateful for our beautiful boy, who is just a sweetheart and really made our transition into parenthood so much smoother!
And the ultimate prize: Here are some ‘face a day’ photos taken over the past month.