Well, it’s been a whopping 11 days since our little Ethan came wailing into the world. When the docs showed him to me, I probably had the same reaction most mothers do: “He looks purple.” Well, maybe not. But that was quickly followed by: “That came out of me? How did he fit in there??” Ah, the miracle of birth. Quite an experience. Since I just had an epidural (and not general anesthesia), I was awake and coherent during the whole shebang. I made sure that I didn’t think TOO hard about what was going on on the other side of the curtain during the C-section. I felt some tugging and pulling as I listened to my gynecologist and the others discussing their Thanksgiving plans, which was rather surreal. One minute, you’re talking about cornbread stuffing; the next, you’re pulling a baby out of me. All in a day’s work.
And now I’m home, where I’m doing pretty well. The incision looks and feels fine (of course, I just finished my pain meds…so ask me again tomorrow), and my post-baby bump has shrunk a bit since the cashier at Target asked me on Saturday when I was having my baby. “Umm…this past Monday?” 🙂 Even my belly button has made a long-awaited reappearance.
As you can imagine, we wish our little buddy were home with us. Even though we’re not THAT far from Woman’s, it was nice to have him be only a stroll down the hospital corridors away. Granted, it was a rather long stroll – the NICU was on the opposite side of the hospital from our room (I got a lot of good wheelchair riding in)…but at least you didn’t have to take Essen Lane to get there.
Here are just a few of my Ethan highlights thus far:
1. Holding him and having his little eyes open – see the last picture Hans posted. Oh! So cute. And then there was two days ago, when I underwent new mom initiation…and he pooped on me while I was holding him. Hmm. Not quite as cute. (but I’m glad he’s able to do it!)
2. When he sucks on his pacifier.
3. When he is sleeping peacefully.
4. Watching Hans with him. When Ethan’s older, I’ll have to tell him of his dad’s exploits while Mom lay in bed, recovering. Going into surgery with me, shuttling visitors in and out to see him before his surgery, signing consent forms, talking to surgeons, helping me in the room, posting blog updates while exhausted. Good work, Dad!
5. When he reads his books to me. (He’s very advanced) 😉
Last night during our visit, the nurse was working on Ethan’s NJ tube (the one that goes from his nose to his jejunum, feeding him), which had become occluded. Ethan was not especially enjoying the process, so she gave him something called “sweeties.” I was like, “What’s that?” Basically, it’s just sugar water, which babies love – Ethan got a tiny squirt and he was sucking away on it. Apparently, he’s got a bit of a sweet tooth, just like his mom. Anyway, one of the NICU docs called a few minutes ago and said that the surgeon was able to get the tube flowing again. Pray that it keeps doing so! Hungry babies are not happy babies. (He’d have to go back to IV fluids, which isn’t as satisfying.)
Anyway, looking back on the week that was, we’re so grateful for everyone’s support throughout. Our family and friends prayed, visited and brought us food (while the room service was good, Chick Fil’a and smoothies are better!), flowers, balloons, and fun gifts (from books to baby clothes and towels to diapers to Hershey’s Kisses rimonabant sale and mints to a pashmina!), our moms brought Thanksgiving dinner, and now, rides to the hospital and meals. Hans and I are so blessed…thank you!
And with that, I have to go. I’m heading to the hospital in a little while. I’m going to see if they make sweeties for adults. (I think they’re called…brownies…)