Our baby girl will be two weeks old tomorrow, and I'm finally getting around to blogging. In all honesty, I've just been exhausted...the sleep deprivation caught up with me. But, I realized today, tired or not, I need to blog about baby Sasha. :)
I'll backtrack a bit to the beginning of March, when my friend Laura hosted a baby shower for me. There was yummy food, lovely gifts and best of all, great company. It was nice to have a girls afternoon with my friends. My neighbor Eva came up with the idea of decorating my belly. Here is the end result:
During the next few weeks, I decided I did need to do something special for Sasha's little corner of our room (she's sharing our bedroom for now...there are only two bedrooms on our top level and we don't want to move anyone downstairs. That may change as Sasha and Dylan both get older). So, I pulled out my paint and brushes and got to work. I still have a few things I'd like to add...I ran out of time as you'll see below.
Sasha's corner of the world....complete with the ladybug quilt that her Grandma made for her.
Fast forward a few weeks to March 22nd. I was definitely feeling the last trimester woes....back pain...sciatic pain....bad nights of sleep. And we took this photo that morning:
Little did we know that our afternoon would not be our typical afternoon. Around lunchtime, I started feeling achy in the tops of my legs. And I felt extra tired. We took Dylan to school as usual and instead of going to run errands with Denny, I asked him to bring me back home for a nap. He dropped me off, I took a book upstairs with me and got comfy on the bed. Those achy legs turned into underbelly pains by 2:00pm. I timed them at 8 minutes apart. I didn't feel like my belly was contracting at all though. So, I called Labor and Delivery on base to tell them what was happening. The nurse I talked to told me, "you don't need to come in until the pains are 3-5 minutes apart for an hour.". Well, within 15 minutes of talking to her, the contractions were 5 minutes apart. So, I called Denny. He rushed home and we loaded up, deciding to pick Dylan up from school early (and by then the contractions were 3 minutes apart). Meanwhile, I sent a text to our neighbor Eva asking if she could watch Dylan that night. When we got to the school, Eva and Dylan's teacher were outside waiting. His teacher said she'd watch Dylan until Eva could take him home with her. What a relief for us.
We headed to the hospital and arrived around 3:30pm. They showed us to our room and we waited for 10-15 minutes for them to come in and hook up things. I was dilated to 6cm by then and the contractions were 1 1/2 to 2 minutes apart. I asked if it was too late for an epidural, and thank goodness, it wasn't. They got the epidural in quickly along with an IV for fluids. They put the IV catheter in my right wrist, which ended up being quite painful over the next 24 hours since I needed that wrist to bend for breastfeeding.
Anyway, by this time, I was able to labor comfortably (yay for epidurals). Probably around 6 or 6:15 I started feeling the urge to push. The nurse said they'd be back at 6:30 to check me. They didn't come back until 6:40 or so and I was really feeling that urge to push the baby out. I was fully dilated so they got the doctor in quickly and the room ready for delivery. I pushed through two contractions and baby Sasha was born at 6:54pm. She was 7lbs 3ozs and 20" long and 1 week and 1 day early.
Amazing how different this birth was from Dylan's (click here if you'd like to read his birth story). I was soooo happy that my legs worked after this birth. Then again, pushing for only a few minutes versus two hours was a whole lot easier on my legs.
Sasha and I stayed in the hospital for a bit less than 48 hours. She had an elevated bilirubin count, but luckily, it wasn't enough to need the phototherapy lights like Dylan needed.
Sasha and I ready for bed on our first night in the hospital. Denny stayed with us the first night and our neighbor Eva stayed over with Dylan.
Sasha's piggy toes.
Denny brought Dylan the next morning to visit us in the hospital. He was a bit aloof and didn't seem to know what to think about mommy being in this big bed with a baby. I did manage to get him in the bed with us and tickle his tummy to get this smiling picture.
I really should've swiped this cute little t-shirt that is government property. But, I'm a good girl and didn't do any swiping.
We came home the night before Denny's parents made it into town the next morning. We did have to go back for a weight check and one more bilirubin test two days later. Her weight was down to 6lbs 11ozs. So, we had to go back one more time for another weight check. The second time, her weight was back up to 7lbs 2ozs and we were free to be home until her two week appointment which was today. Today, she weighed in at 7lbs 14ozs and was 20.25" long. Which means to me that I must still have miracle gro in my breastmilk. We'll see if she packs on the pounds like her big brother (Dylan was 22lbs at 4 months).
We were so excited to get the news that Sasha's bilirubin was not high enough for phototherapy and that we could go home. I got us both dressed and Sasha ate and fell asleep.
Denny's parents with their new granddaughter.
The past two weeks have been a bit of a babycation. I've been doing a lot of recouperating (despite the easy birth, I did have a 2nd degree tear) and a whole lot of feeding Sasha. Along with holding her and snuggling her and changing lots of diapers. She's a very content and happy baby for the most part (not so happy when she has gas bubbles to get out). And for the first few days she did well at sleeping, waking upt to eat, and going back to sleep quickly at night. That's changed a little as her gas bubbles have gotten a bit worse. But, with her temperment, I think she'll be a good sleeper (*knockonwood*). Having Denny's parents here has been so helpful. And having Denny home on paternity leave is wonderful. He's been so wonderful getting Dylan to school and to his other appointments.
Snuggling with Grandma at 5 days old.
Sasha snoozing at 6 days old.
Dylan learning how to play solitaire on Grandpa's iPad.
Sasha at 8 days old. As you can see she's getting chunkier.
Sasha at 9 days.
Sasha at 11 days getting her own little concert.
Dylan has had a tougher time adjusting to all the changes. He went from having Mommy to himself all the time to having Mommy tied down to this new little person and instead having Daddy take him places. I've been trying hard to give him Mommy-time every day. But, his behaviors have escalated a bit. He's been scripting more and started sucking on his fingers. He's also become a bit more belligerent (which started before the baby came...he hit a major independent streak where he wants to do things himself and gets mad if you try to help) and more physical. It doesn't help that the day we came home from the hospital he caught a stuffy nosed cold. So we had to keep him away from Sasha for the first few days. I think as things start to normalize again, he'll start to get back towards his normal self. Knowing how this is affecting him has been hard on me emotionally as my emotions are tied to his so fully. Plus, with all the postpartum hormonal stuff that happens, I've been crying more often when I think about the changes he's having to deal with. That has gotten more under control as time has gone on, which makes me think I'll be back to normal soon too.
Today, I asked if he wanted to kiss Sasha on the head and he did an excllent job of kissing her and touching her head gently. :)
And that brings us all up to date. I'll write more again soon.