Friday, December 9, 2011
We are home, nearly tucked in for the night. It was a very, very rough delivery and continues to be a rough recovery, but we're both alive and healthy. The baby has done great - he's a trooper. He was 7 pounds, 13 ounces, 21 inches long. He did have some post partum hypoglycemia - but never required NICU care. It corrected with breastfeeding alone. He's nursing well, has all of his parts in working order, and is only mildly jaundiced at this point.
Baby A2 is handling things very well so far, much better than I could have hoped for though I sense some sadness looming on the horizon. The golden child is in love with her newest sibling, and after being more helpful than I would have thought possible for a teenager, escaped tonight to a hot tub party with friends.
For several minutes when I got home, baby A2 "helped" me nurse baby K (held my breast while the baby suckled), and the golden child held baby A2 propped on me to allow him to help without hurting my stomach. It was, honestly, almost more than I could stand. These three lives that I've somehow brought into this world, helping and loving each other and me through enormous change.
More details when I can sit up for longer than 4 minutes.
My newest love, Baby K, dressed in his take home outfit.