Wednesday, April 23, 2014
4:45am
Lawson just peed in Jennifer's eye. She leaned in close to blow some of the excess baby powder off his butt while we were changing him and, wham-o, right in the eye ball. Nice job kid. Now hurry up and finish feeding so we can go back to bed.
Monday, April 21, 2014
What It's Like Being a New Parent
I've only been a parent for 72 hours now, but my knowledge of what it's like and what it means to be a parent has increased by an amount that in no way reflects a mere 3 days passage of time. Here is a list of some of the things I've learned.
If Lawson is crying, it is because:
A) he is hungry
B) he has a wet/stinky diaper
C) he is gassy
D) he wants to be held
E) something he is wearing is bothering him
F) he's too hot/cold
G) some other reason
If it's G, you're out of luck and in a bad way. It was 3am at the hospital and Lawson is crying. Not the cute, quiet cry he usually does when he's being fussy. It is an inconsolable wail and Jennifer and I have no idea why he's making that sound. We've stripped him naked, Jennifer's holding him skin to skin on her chest and trying to stick a boob in his mouth but he is only interested in yelling. Maybe his brain just figured out how to yell, and he was practicing doing it. He didn't need much practice though to get really good at it, and we apologize to our hospital neighbors for his innate skill and for our lack of innate parenting skill. Eventually he stopped. We don't know why. But in case you look at the picture below and are tempted to think "oh my, what a perfect baby", think again. Sometimes he yells for no gosh darn reason and it's terrible.
We read online that you shouldn't give your baby a pacifier until 3 months because it will mess with him learning how to breast feed. We were all set to go nipple only. Then we learned that if Lawson was crying at night, if you put a pacifier in his mouth he would stop. We were quick to compromise on theoretical suggestions from babycenter.com in the face of practical results. We were also quick to redefine "expert advice" to "theoretical suggestions" based on whether or not we were acting on it.
We've also learned that swaddling clothes, or baby straight jackets as they should be marketed, are required baby items. Lawson kicks and flails and tweaks out pretty much the entire time he's either sleeping or awake. It's kind of fun to watch him spaz, but not so much when it's at 2am and he wakes himself up because he just hit himself in the face. (Lawson's other favorite thing to do, besides sleep and eat, is to claw his face. Baby strait jackets also help with this bad habit of his). He also likes to feel like he's being held while sleeping, and swaddling clothes trick him into thinking he is so mom and dad can get some sleep.
If Lawson is crying, it is because:
A) he is hungry
B) he has a wet/stinky diaper
C) he is gassy
D) he wants to be held
E) something he is wearing is bothering him
F) he's too hot/cold
G) some other reason
If it's G, you're out of luck and in a bad way. It was 3am at the hospital and Lawson is crying. Not the cute, quiet cry he usually does when he's being fussy. It is an inconsolable wail and Jennifer and I have no idea why he's making that sound. We've stripped him naked, Jennifer's holding him skin to skin on her chest and trying to stick a boob in his mouth but he is only interested in yelling. Maybe his brain just figured out how to yell, and he was practicing doing it. He didn't need much practice though to get really good at it, and we apologize to our hospital neighbors for his innate skill and for our lack of innate parenting skill. Eventually he stopped. We don't know why. But in case you look at the picture below and are tempted to think "oh my, what a perfect baby", think again. Sometimes he yells for no gosh darn reason and it's terrible.
Watching his first episode of The Simpsons |
Pacifier at the ready |
Saturday, April 19, 2014
Welcome to Our Family, Lawson
On Thursday, Jennifer and I went to her OBGYN. The doctors there were wanting to check up on
her twice a week as she neared her due date, April 22. We saw Mary Beth, her
favorite midwife (the practice we went to has both doctors and midwives. The
doctor/midwife who delivers is whoever is on call that day), and had her cervix
examined. She had gone from 1 cm on Monday to 3cm, which had Jennifer very
excited as she was happy about the idea of getting her body back and not having
everything (back, feet, lady parts, etc)
hurt anymore.
Later that evening, Jennifer and I went on a half mile walk
around our neighborhood. It was around 6pm and Jennifer’s contractions started
happening more frequently, but were still not regular or painful. We went to
bed, half expecting to need to get up at some point in the middle of the night
to go to the hospital. Thankfully, we didn’t need to and I got a good night’s
sleep. Jennifer didn’t, but she hasn’t had a decent sleep for two weeks now so
that wasn’t anything new. Around 8am Jennifer’s contractions started becoming
painful. We called the OBGYN and they told us it was “go time” and to head to
the hospital.
We got into our room and the nurse checked Jennifer again.
She was very uncomfortable at this point, so we weren’t very surprised when the
nurse told us she was 5cm. Unbeknownst to us, our nurse wasn’t an active duty
type nurse. From what we could gather through hedged comments later, she was
more of a coordinator nurse type. All the pregnant ladies in the area decided
they wanted their babies to be born on Good Friday, so the staff at the
Snuggery (the Glens Falls Hospital Maternity Ward) was spread thinner than
usual. They sent Jennifer’s blood work to the lab where it would need to be
tested before the anesthesiologist could give her an epidural.
Fifteen minutes later things became very unpleasant for
Jennifer. Like, screaming, flailing arms, bite down on a wallet or belt or
husband’s arm or else you’ll bite your tongue off unpleasant. Another fifteen
minuets later, one of the doctors from her OBGYN (Dr. Guido) was on the floor
for another patient and heard her yelling. He came in, did another inspection,
and called her at 8cms. The anesthesiologist hadn’t been sent for yet, and they
were still waiting for her blood work. Dr. Guido left to go see if he could
find a way to expedite the process because on the pain scale, Jennifer was an
11.
It took almost an hour from when they took Jennifer’s blood
work for the anesthesiologist to arrive. Jennifer was braver and stronger than
about 98% of all men or women during that hour. She would have a contraction,
be in what I can only assume to be the worst pain of her life, then spend 3
minutes catching her breath and apologizing for yelling so loud. Thankfully,
the anesthesiologist finally arrived, stuck Jennifer in the back, and her pain
quickly subsided. But not before she had successfully terrified all the other
expecting mothers in the Snuggery who had wanted their babies on Good Friday
but now probably didn’t want them at all.
Dr. Guido came back in and found Jennifer fully dilated. We
could have started the pushing then, but we wanted to give the baby a little
while to work out the Nubain they gave Jennifer while waiting for the epidural.
And Jennifer wanted to wait for Mary Beth, who was on call that evening. Around
4pm, Jennifer and Mary Beth decided it was time to start the actual pushing
portion. They broke her water and found a small amount of meconium. They
weren’t too worried though as it wasn’t very thick and commenced with the
pushing. Jennifer’s mom Karen and I helped Jennifer into a variety of
unladylike positions as Mary Beth guided and stretched and coached her through
her labor. Afterward, Karen (an RN herself) explained Mary Beth had done an
excellent job through the whole delivery, and had given Jennifer more attention
and care than all of her previous doctors for her five deliveries combined.
Around 6pm the labor was wrapping up. The baby’s head had
been visible for a while and was finally making its way down and out. It
finally crowned and I got to see the head come out from my position of holding
Jennifer’s knee up to her belly. The hairy top of his head came out and kept
coming. And coming. And coming. Still no face. I’ve seen several birth videos
and documentaries but and I knew the head came out misshapen but I swear this
was the longest and strangest looking one ever. At last his face came out. The
umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck. Mary Beth noted it, got her fingers
between it and his neck, and got some space between the two before Jennifer
pushed him any further out. I’m not sure if the umbilical cord being there was
a high risk or dangerous or whatever. I would naturally think it might be, but
the way Mary Beth was so cool and calm about the whole thing made it all seem
normal.
After two more strong pushes, Jennifer squeezed out Lawson
Worth VanDerwerken at 6:18pm. He came out gross. Not the most beautiful thing
I’ve ever seen by any means. Also, he was too blue for the liking of the nurses
and grunting so they took him over to their newborn station and starting
working on fixing him up. His arm was in front of his face during the delivery
so it needed a lot of coaxing and rubbing to get the blood circulating to his
hand. Also, he had swallowed some of the meconium and was having trouble
expanding his lungs all the way until the nurses sucked out his airways with a
vacuum. The nurses didn’t look too worried at any point though, so Jennifer and
I patiently waited 30 minutes while the nurses worked their magic and Mary Beth
sewed up some small tearing Jennifer had on the way out.
All in all, we couldn’t be happier. Jennifer is healthy,
Lawson is healthy. We’ll be heading home tomorrow and are grateful for the
newest member of our family.
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