Emery is 2.5 weeks old today. As much as it seems like those weeks have flown by, SO much has transpired during each of them. Here’s my attempt to recap our first experiences at home!
I was discharged from the hospital the Tuesday following my delivery. I was actually given approval to stay until Wednesday night (which would’ve made my stay 4 days – induction days not included), but the hubs had to work all day Weds and wouldn’t have been able to take me home until late that night. I was feeling good enough where I felt like I could manage at home and the thought of another full day and a half in the hospital was kind of maddening. So after getting our discharge instructions, out Emery and I went on Tuesday evening. I was still very tired and sore, but the thought of my own bed carried me right out those revolving doors without looking back.
One of the big factors in my decision to go home early was that my parents, who had been in town since induction day, were going to be there with me. And God love them both. My Dad had to head back to Michigan for work on Wednesday morning, but was thankfully able to come back on Saturday after taking care of buinss (<– yes this is misspelled,, inside joke). While he was gone, he called and checked in multiple times a day, which made us all chuckle. Grandpa is in loooooove 😉 Mom was able to stay at our house the entire time, and she was an absolute godsend. Taking Emery off my hands when I wanted to do little things (i.e. shower), cleaning house, making meal upon amazing meal, and reassuring my mommy decisions every step of the way. The hubs had a light work week and was also phenomenal with all his help – nighttime feedings included! When Mom & Dad left the following Tuesday, I had a really hard time adjusting. I mean, it was awful. I had no idea I would react so strongly to their departure, but it just goes to show you how much they meant to me that first week. Plus a few hormones 😉
Emery’s initial “routine” was quite nice. He was breastfeeding every 3-4 hours on average, and only woke us up a few times each night. I actually felt kind of spoiled. I didn’t expect him to sleep so well right off the bat. But our luck changed a few days later when we had our first absolutely miserable night together. Emery was 100% inconsolable, which I’ve since chalked up to gas pains/ constipation (thank you, meconium). We were up literally all night long. Lots of tears were shed and emotions were high. It was a definite reality check. The following day, after a good poop, he was a perfect angel and slept all day long. Since then, breastfeeding has continued to go well. He’s still eating about every 3 hours and has easily made the transition from breast to bottle when we are out and about or when the husband gets up with him at night. Fingers crossed things stay so smooth!
Allie has been THE best big sister we could’ve imagined. It seems like she has taken Emery under her wing (paw?) like he is her own. She is constantly up with me during the nighttime feedings, and does not like it one bit when we take him out of the house. She loves giving him kisses (face & feet!) and is really very precious around him. It’s so relieving to see how well she does around him, we are very lucky.
As for how Mama has felt these past few weeks, it’s been a bit of a rollercoaster. With all my postoperative bleeding, I left the hospital pretty darn anemic. My preop hemoglobin was high 12’s and the first day postop I had dropped to 9.7. It was never rechecked after that but I guarantee that by the time I left, I was somewhere in the 8-9 range. What does this mean? Well, extreme fatigue for one. Also dizziness, occasional nausea, and dehydration. It was really difficult for me to adjust because the second I returned home, I felt like I should’ve been back to normal. So I was going about my daily routine like I was a full tank, when I was more like half full. I was climbing stairs, doing lots of moving about the house, AND taking care of a newborn. On top of that, I was still taking pain medication because my abdomen was still pretty sore. Bottom line was I overdid it. The day that was made apparent to me was when Mom and I took a trip to Meijer for groceries. What should’ve been a walk in the park turned into quite a struggle, and I barely eeked out enough energy to get back to the car. All those symptoms mentioned above,, yep I had all of em. And being in healthcare, my mind always goes crazy thinking about what could be wrong. Visions of the ER were definitely dancing in my head. Thankfully, after a nice nap and a home-cooked meal, some of my energy returned and I felt better. From then on out, I was definitely more conscious of self-limiting my activity. I did have major surgery after all.
Oh, and for a good 3-4 days, I sported a nice pair of cankles. Hotness. Thankfully they’re gone.
- Our first Target run together
- Photo shoots at home and at the hospital
- First trip to the pediatrician
- A walk in the park with Gigi, GP, Allie & Griffin
- First drive down to the new house (plus his first official diaper blowout)
Oh we’ve had lots! Aunt Heather and Cousin Jadon stopped by the day after our night of misery mentioned above. Emery was a snugglebug and rested in Auntie’s arms for a good 4 hours while the rest of us chatted and snacked.
Last weekend, the husband’s family came down for a meet-and-greet lunch. We had a wonderful time catching up and taking some absolutely precious pictures. Nothing beats capturing 4 generations on film.
And this week, our friends Jaime, Luke, Nadia and Jason stopped by for some E-time. I never realized how much I’d enjoy adult interaction after baby!
Possible or not, at 13 days of age, Mr. Emery rolled over during tummy time. It was one of those moments where the hubs and I just looked at each other in awe of what was happening. Luckily my camera was close by so I could capture his expression pre and post-roll 🙂
All in all, it’s been a whirlwind couple of weeks. I’m finally feeling somewhat back to normal and our routines are slowly but surely becoming established. Only time will tell what’s next for our new family of four. God knows no day is EVER the same!