Baby things and breastfeeding and such…

Today Lyra is three weeks old. Today is also her original due date. When I first found out I was pregnant, I didn’t want to tell people the exact due date because it seemed like such a changeable thing. Turns out I was right about that, I guess.

We’ve settled in to something akin to a newborn routine, which I know and accept is subject to change drastically and without notice. At the moment, however, it’s nice – I sleep during the day when she’s sleeping (not all day, but often,) which helps me stay coherent. At night I nap on the couch until around midnight, when she wants to nurse. She’s still not quite willing to sleep in the bassinet (or anywhere not on a living body) most of the time, so she and I generally stay on the couch all night, feeding at three hour intervals or so. Basically this means she eats at midnight, 3:00am, 5:30am, and 8:00am, at which point she has a nice awake time where I hand her off to her daddy and get some more sleep until around 10:00am.

I’ve found it’s very uncomfortable to breastfeed her in bed – I don’t like sitting up without being able to lean back against something, and since we don’t have a headboard there is nothing to lean against. If I lean on the wall, the bed slides out from it. The only way I can comfortably feed her in bed is lying on my side, but I prefer not to do that too often. I couldn’t really tell you why – it’s comfortable, but I’m not totally comfortable with it. Mostly this means I don’t sleep in bed anymore, but out on the couch.

I also let Adam sleep the night through because really, there is nothing he can do to help in the middle of the night. At some point I’ll start pumping milk (I got a breast pump today on craigslist, just need to buy bottles for it) but for now it’s far easier to let him sleep. At least then one of us is awake and functional during the day. Besides, starting next week he’s back at work anyway, and he’ll definitely need sleep again.

Breastfeeding is really going well now. The midwives are happy with her latch and said that she’s definitely got the feeding thing figured out. It’s actually rather entertaining to me watching her when she’s all excited about feeding – the mouth opens up wide and she waves her face around and makes some fantastic gorilla sounds, all of which add up to something strange and cute that makes me laugh.

I have more to say, perhaps in another post because this one is long and all about breastfeeding it seems.

They say you’ll get kinda moody…

… but starting to cry at the slightest of unhappy song lyrics seems a bit excessive. I shall do what I can to deal with this.

Lyra and I are doing quite well a week in – she’s a week and a day old now. She was 6lbs 5oz at birth, and lost 13% of her birth weight in the first couple of days. They were worried about that (they only like to see a newborn lose 10% of their body weight) so I was pumping extra colostrum to supplement her, because she wasn’t getting enough on her own. Being bordeline premature, she was a bit weak and fell asleep while feeding every few seconds or so. It’s a tough workout for a little baby.

We still managed to go home on Saturday, which was nice. The midwives came to see her Sunday, Monday, and Wednesday, to make sure she was gaining weight. In the interim, my milk came in (holy crap that’s an uncomfortable and painful transition) which made nursing much easier for her. She’s been gaining pretty well, so the midwife decided that she doesn’t need to come back until next Wednesday, at the two week mark.

Adam’s mom has just arrived. She’s sitting on the balcony with Adam and Lyra, and Jordy’s playing guitar in the office. I really don’t know what to do with myself – I’m weird and moody and having some pain and entirely not sociable, but I also don’t really want to be left out. Not that I have anything I want to add to things – considering how moody and prone to outbursts of tears I feel right now, I’m really kind of messed up. I guess I don’t want to have to talk to anyone. I also don’t want to be alone. Stupid hormones.

Home again

Adam, Lyra and I came home together from the hospital this afternoon. We’re all pretty tired – today was an eventful day, and Adam and I didn’t have much time to nap while at the hospital today. He’s asleep on the couch right now with the kitties. I should be sleeping, but right now I’m just too tired, if that makes sense.

I haven’t even taken my hospital bracelet off (although I did take Lyra’s off – it annoyed her.)

While I’d like to respond to everyone’s comments individually, right at this moment my brain isn’t quite functional enough I don’t think to manage it well. It might take me a few days. In the meantime, Thanks to all of you for you comments & wishes & stuff!

Also, I want to tell you all about the whole experience over the past few days, but I’m not quite ready yet. I’ll also post some new photos when I have a chance.

What I can do is tell you that Lyra is the most beautiful little baby girl I’ve ever seen in my whole entire life. I might be biased.

Quick Baby Update

Greetings Everyone,

Adam here posting at Jenny’s request.

In case you haven’t already found out via the email, Facebook  or one of Jenny’s various other journals, Jenny and I have a new baby!  It was a C-section birth but Jenny is recovering remarkably fast according to her surgeon and we should be out of the hospital and home sometime on Saturday.  She asked me to send out a quick update while dropping by the house and running errands so here it is:

It’s a baby girl, born at 8:23am on Wednesday morning July 9th.  She weighed 6.5 pounds at birth.  She is adorable, tiny, and perfect.  Her name is Lyra Morgan Silver and she’s keeping us very very busy.  Don’t have much time otherwise because I have to get back to the hospital but I just wanted to send a quick thank you to all the people who have already called and emailed and sent messages of some form to congratulate us.  We can’t get back to all of you at the moment, but appreciate it anyways! 

And of course, it certainly wouldn’t be Jenny’s child without the obligatory photos (taken by her uncles and dad, not by a professional ie. Jenny):

Just to throw a wrench into things…

They phoned me yesterday around 4:30 to tell me that they had to move my c-section date. As of now, the baby’s birthday will be July 9th instead of the 10th, and I have only today to get everything I need done. After the procrastination that is posting to lj, I will head to the hospital for lab work they need to do before the surgery, and then come home and try to sort my brain out enough to get these things done. I’ve been making a list, but who knows if I’m forgetting stuff… I probably am. My brain is rather muddled right now.

Adam and I went out to buy a couple of nursing bras and see Ironman last night, which was good. On the walk from the store to the theatre, though, I misstepped on an uneven crack in the sidewalk and did a fantastic little tumble-roll. Amazing what instincts kick in to protect the belly – Adam said he tried to catch me but I had too much momentum. For a second I thought I almost recovered before the fall, but my extra 25 lbs or so was a bit too much for me and I dropped. According to Adam, it actually looked pretty gracefull for a headlong rush at the pavement. I figure it’s my mountain biking falling skills jumping into action.

So now I have a scrape on my knee that stings like mad, and the left wrist (the one that broke the fall and allowed me to roll onto my back in belly-protection mode) hurts when I try to use it. I’m sure it’ll be fine in a couple of days.

Now I’m working through a list of things to get done today that I had originally planned to spread out over two days, back when I had two days left. Here’s hoping I can get it all done – and if not, well then it will just have to wait I guess. The vital stuff is going to the hospital for lab work and packing my bag for the hospital stay.

That phone call with the moving of my c-section date was a little like getting blind-sided by a freight train.

Not sleeping…

Nearly 1am and I’m pretty awake. I was half-asleep at 10:30 tonight, but once I was in bed my brain switched on and woke me up. Now I’m thirsty, hungry, and awake. Fortunately I’ve nowhere to be tomorrow morning, so I can sleep as much as required. I’m pretty sure I managed to not wake Adam up too much – he asked where I was going and I told him I needed a drink. He has to work tomorrow and needs his beauty sleep.

We saw Wall-E last week, and it was awesome. Go see it. So little dialogue, so much communication…[/random aside]

So take a wild guess what’s keeping me up tonight (besides hungry, thirsty, itchy, or whatever else has popped up physically speaking to distract me from sleep…) If you guessed “Holy crap I’m going to have a baby in four days” running over and over (with variations) in my head, then you win a cookie (please collect cookie at a later date. We are currently out of cookies.) The C-section still doesn’t bother me, but knowing that at midnight four days from now I will be in the hospital with Adam and our brand new baby is messing with my head just a little bit tonight. I feel like I’ve been waiting for this for a long time, expecting it even, and now that it’s almost happening I’m not entirely sure what comes next (besides diapers, feedings, cleaning, crying, sleepless nights, and all those other inconvenient things people like to tell you all about.)

I’d probably be crazy if I wasn’t nervous – I am. I’ve been responsible for taking care of this new person in my life for about 9 months now, but it’s going to be a whole different thing when it’s a person in my arms, in my home, in my world. I’m looking forward to meeting this small person. Adam, baby and I are going to be stuck with each other for quite a while – it should be fun and interesting and work.

Being pregnant has been awesome – I’ve really enjoyed it. I’m ready now, though, to not be pregnant anymore. I don’t know if that means I’m ready to call myself a mom yet. Not much choice – it’s happening in four days whether I’m ready or not.

My baby’s birthday is…

July 10th, 2008, barring my going into labour super-early and forcing things any earlier. It definitely won’t be any later than that, however. That’s 20 days before the official ‘due date’ which I always thought was mildly arbitrary anyhow.

That’s a week and a day away from now. Ultra Magnus will be kicking me from the outside instead of the inside. Dayle and Sera have no idea what’s about to hit them. Then again, I guess neither do Adam & I. Fun!!

It’s really nice to know the date.