I'm welcoming myself back to the blogging world - I've been absent, such a shame. Since my "hiatus", there was a roller coaster of emotions, 14 hours of labour (an absolute treat!), and over 50 hours in the hospital..resulting in the most precious, wonderful, and gorgeous baby boy I could ever have asked for.
I am slowly healing, thanks to having small lady parts and a child with a big head, I actually had to have an episiotomy. Under the impression that it would get him here a bit faster, and I was so selfish and wanted him in my arms. I'm sure I screamed "Can you just do it?!" at least five times at my (then) incompetent nurse. Before or after insisting I was done pushing, and in fact would be happier with a c-section, I don't recall. "Being a mother is tough work" used to always seem like the most repeated babble of nonsense that people used to make themselves feel better .. until I was left alone in a hospital room, baby beside me, and a button tossed into my hand - "push this if you need anything".
Excuse me, what? You expect me to jump in and out of bed to change diapers and feed a baby, while fifteen minutes ago I was pushing it out and getting stitched up? Really? Really.
I made it through that night. And I've made it through the following two. But nothing could have ever prepared me for a baby with colic.Unmeasurable volume of screeching, inconsolable crying and little-to-no sleep.
I'm confident in saying the worst feeling ever is to feel like a defeated parent. Listening to him cry, even when he just wants something to eat, severely breaks my heart - but at least in that aspect I can give him what he wants. I can talk to him, and kiss him, and let him know everything is going to be okay.. whether he can understand me or not, I feel better.
The result? I ended up having to spend more money on bottles, designated for a sensitive tummy and switch to lactose-free formula. Yep, like me, my child is allergic to milk. The combination instantly solved the problem - and I don't think I've ever been so pleased and excited to see human feces in my life. I clapped, I cheered, I kissed, I cried.. I even called my brother, sister-in-law and best friend to inform them of this great accomplishment in my child's life.
And now he needs a nap, so off I go to slumber for roughly two hours before my bundle of joy becomes a holy terror and starts screaming because he wants to lay in my bed। Yes, he's that spoiled already.
I am slowly healing, thanks to having small lady parts and a child with a big head, I actually had to have an episiotomy. Under the impression that it would get him here a bit faster, and I was so selfish and wanted him in my arms. I'm sure I screamed "Can you just do it?!" at least five times at my (then) incompetent nurse. Before or after insisting I was done pushing, and in fact would be happier with a c-section, I don't recall. "Being a mother is tough work" used to always seem like the most repeated babble of nonsense that people used to make themselves feel better .. until I was left alone in a hospital room, baby beside me, and a button tossed into my hand - "push this if you need anything".
Excuse me, what? You expect me to jump in and out of bed to change diapers and feed a baby, while fifteen minutes ago I was pushing it out and getting stitched up? Really? Really.
I made it through that night. And I've made it through the following two. But nothing could have ever prepared me for a baby with colic.Unmeasurable volume of screeching, inconsolable crying and little-to-no sleep.
I'm confident in saying the worst feeling ever is to feel like a defeated parent. Listening to him cry, even when he just wants something to eat, severely breaks my heart - but at least in that aspect I can give him what he wants. I can talk to him, and kiss him, and let him know everything is going to be okay.. whether he can understand me or not, I feel better.
The result? I ended up having to spend more money on bottles, designated for a sensitive tummy and switch to lactose-free formula. Yep, like me, my child is allergic to milk. The combination instantly solved the problem - and I don't think I've ever been so pleased and excited to see human feces in my life. I clapped, I cheered, I kissed, I cried.. I even called my brother, sister-in-law and best friend to inform them of this great accomplishment in my child's life.
And now he needs a nap, so off I go to slumber for roughly two hours before my bundle of joy becomes a holy terror and starts screaming because he wants to lay in my bed। Yes, he's that spoiled already.
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