In three weeks I’ve grown one and a half inches in length, a half inch in head circumference, and a little more than a half pound!
Now that I’m three weeks old I’m ready to start meeting lots of new people.
Mom had a bad case of pancreatitis when she was still pregnant with me and Thursday night she got to take her third ride in an ambulance and get admitted to the hospital again. Special low fat, dairy-free diet notwithstanding, the pancreatitis was back and worse than ever. At first they thought a gallstone had actually slipped out of her gallbladder and into her pancreas. In that case she would need a procedure to get the stone out of the pancreas before she could have my gallbladder removed. They planned on her being there through Monday or Tuesday and spending our first Mother’s Day in the hospital where they won’t let Mom breastfeed me or even be alone unsupervised with me because I’m not a patient and they won’t take responsibility for me. Oh and Thursday night they wouldn’t let Dad sleep in the perfectly good, empty bed next to Moms because the hospital is full and the bed is reserved so Mom and Dad squeezed into her tiny bed together while I slept beside them in my stroller. The charge nurse was doing everything in her power to discourage us from having Dad, and especially me, stay in the hospital with Mom. Plus so many things were broken from the thermostat/AC, to the fan, to the remote for the lights, to the darn hospital breast pump! They fixed the fan and replaced the pump but that charge nurse wouldn’t let us move to a room with a working AC. It was a really annoying night at Florida Hospital Altamonte. Friday morning we got all kinds of apologies from the assistant nurse manager and was told that she didn’t know why the charge nurse had given us such a hard time about the bed and the room. All the staff nurses were very confused about what had happened that night, with the bed especially. Dad was given the second bed first thing Friday morning with the understanding that if the bed was needed he’d have to give it up. Mom finally had an MRI around noon Friday and it turned out fine, thank goodness. No escaped gallstones. My Granni hired a postpartum doula from my birth center to help us out for a few hours each afternoon and to take the overnight shift so Mom and Dad could get some sleep. Many thanks to Granni for making that much needed assistance happen. And many thanks to Mary from Inspiration Family Birth Center for providing amazing postpartum doula services. Last night Mom and Dad got their first full nights sleep in two weeks! Mary also rounded up a TON of donated breast milk so I’ve been off formula since 11pm Friday night! I was only on formula for a little over 24 hours.
Mom had the gallbladder removed yesterday morning with zero complications and she’s feeling better than she has in months! She had solid food for lunch and had no adverse reaction to it. They’re keeping her until the morning for observation but at least we get to spend most of our first Mother’s Day out of the hospital. Dad and I are treating Mom to a day at the spa as soon as she feels up to it and when we arrived home we found this waiting for us:
Happy Mother’s Day everyone!
It’s my first bath!!! Dad is all geared up and ready to go. I like the warm water but I am so cold when bath time is over! I really like it when Dad swaddles me up though. 🙂
Yesterday we went back to the birth center to check my billi levels once again. Just got the results – 4.6! Hooray! I’m all better!
Today was my estimated due date but I had other plans and I’ve had a very busy first week. I’ve met grandparents, aunts, uncles, and so many cousins!
One nice thing about me arriving early is that Granni was visiting from California so she was here to meet me the very day I was born.
I met Aunt Leanne when I was two days old and we got to hang out together for a while.
Uncle Kris and Aunt Debbie came by the day I was born.
They came back and brought all my Floridian cousins over to meet me when I was four days old.
Then Mom and Dad took me over to Granddads house to say hi!
Grandma and Grandpa came to meet me when I was seven days old and we had a lot of fun getting to know each other.
Soon I hope to Skype and spend some FaceTime with Grandpa Phil, my Great Grandma Lina, and Great Aunt Susan in California, my cousin Candace in DC, my Uncle Willie and Aunt Sue in North Carolina, my Uncle Dennis in Washington, and my Great Aunt Jackie and cousin Jake in New York. It will be harder to reach my Great Uncle Bill and the rest of his family in New York, my Uncle Mark in Indonesia, my Uncle Doug and the rest of his family in Georgia and New Jersey, and my cousins Billy and little Dennis and each of their families in North Carolina but I hope to meet all of them soon.
I have a very big family and I love each and every one of them.
We got the results of my bilirubin test just before bed time last night. Since I was over 38 weeks gestation when I was born, 14.6 at 60 hours is ok (16.6 would be mandatory hospitalization for light therapy). Becky said Mom and Dad should keep me in indirect sunlight and nurse me as much as possible to get my bilirubin levels down and that’s just what they did! Now we’re back at the birth center to see if my levels are going up or (hopefully) down.
Today I went to the doctor’s office for the first time. I met Mom and Dad’s favorite nurse Roxanne. She measured and weighed me and checked my vital signs. Then Dr. Krupitsky came in to examine me. Can you believe he’s been Dad’s doctor since he was a kid!
Later I went back to the birth center where I was born. They checked me out there too and then they poked my foot with something sharp and squeezed some blood out of me! That was no fun!
Nine days before my due date, Mom and Dad woke up Friday morning after Mom’s water broke at 4:20. She labored at home as her contractions were irregular. We left for the birth center just before 2pm and made a quick stop at the salon to get Mom’s nails done. 😉 We arrived at the birth center at 3, saw Becky (the midwife) at 3:30, and settled into our birth room at 4pm. Mom was 4cm dilated and about 90-95% effaced so Becky had swept her membranes (not fun) but when our awesome friend and photographer Jodi arrived a couple of hours later Mom’s contractions still weren’t regular.
Mom, Dad, and Becky tried lots of things to get Mom into active labor. By 8pm Becky was getting concerned because we were racing the clock. Florida state law says if a mom isn’t in active labor by 24 hours after her water breaks, she has to transfer to the hospital! That meant we were down to our last 8 hours.
Around 10:30 Becky decided to check Mom’s progress. Only 5cm. That’s not a lot of progress in 6.5 hours. But that exam seemed to do the trick because suddenly Mom’s contractions got a lot stronger and a lot closer together. They never did hit the magic 5-1-1 mark (when the water hasn’t broken, moms are supposed to stay at home until contractions are five minutes apart, one minute long, for one hour), they just jumped from being erratic to insane!
By 11pm Mom was definitely in labor. It was time to start getting the birth tub ready and call in the doula and the birth assistant. Michelle, the doula Mom and Dad had been working with all year, arrived around 11:45 and started helping Mom with her breathing. Michelle’s calming voice reminding Mom to breath and keep her moans deep and low really helped Mom to work through each surge. Around midnight Becky checked Mom again and she was finally up to 8cm! Dad, Becky, and Michelle helped Mom settle into the tub for the home stretch. Mom floated on her stomach to let the water help ease her contractions and finally, around 1:45am, it was time to push. After a few minutes though, I started having d-cells (my heart rate was dropping) so Becky and Michelle told Mom to switch onto her back.
Mom was so exhausted it took Dad, Becky, and Michelle to help her turn over and then for the rest of the time Dad had to keep holding her up under the arms so she had room to breathe. That helped my heart rate up a little but they were still concerned and didn’t want Mom to waste any time pushing me out. After a couple of pushes my head and hand were out! That’s right, I had my right hand to the side of my head when I was delivered! Then it only took a few strong pushes, I popped out, and Becky realized why my heart rate had been dropping. My umbilical cord was wrapped around my neck (and wrist) four times!!! Becky did this amazing little spin, spin, spin (under water) and freed me in a matter of seconds before placing me on Mom’s chest so I could recover from the shock of being born.
These three pictures were taken by Michelle. Stay tuned for more pictures taken by our wonderful friend Jodi who stayed with us into the wee hours of the morning.
Mom snapped this pic of me when she woke from her nap this morning.