In about a half hour, it'll be Thursday, July 31 and Kaden will be 2 wks old. Hard to believe, as it feels like he's been here forever! But there's so much about him that is still a mystery to us. Like what he's thinking about when his brow furrows, or why he likes some original songs but not others, or why the heck he won't nurse on a regular basis!
A few folks, here on the blog or in person, have mentioned that I seem to be doing well, handling this "new mother" thing well. I realized I've only blogged or called or gone out when things are fairly okay. Like now, for instance, JimDad is rocking the little one to sleep. Earlier today, I had a good crying jag with Kaden as we tried to begin a nursing session. He refused, screaming & crying, and after 30 minutes & 4 attempts, I was worn out... picked up the syringe and got the little guy fed.
After that, when he finally fell asleep, the last thought on my mind was sharing the experience with the world! I even waited until evening to call the very nice lactation consultant from the Birth Center. We had chatted last week, and things improved for a few days, but the last 2 have been awful. I'm sharing now so other women doing this 'new mother' thing- or looking forward to it someday- can have the whole picture and not just the cute perfect stuff. Like the La Leche book I ordered (online shopping is SO COOL again)-- all the photos are of peaceful infants at their mom's breast. How about one or two of a little one screaming and pushing away? you know, for balance!!
In other news, Jim's folks have gone, and I think Kaden misses them- he seemed a bit out of sorts today. I know I do (miss them, tho' maybe I was also out of sorts). My mom has continued her daily visits, but added dinner to her list. Uncle Steve came for a weekend visit, which was very cool. At church on Sunday, Fr. Frank announced Kaden's first Mass, and we had a crowd of well-wishers afterward. Family visiting, church friends rejoicing...there's a lot of good in our lives.
Anyway, my days are mostly trying to adapt to Kaden's schedule- it took me probably a week to do so. Today I thought I was doing great by sneaking in a quick AM shower, but then realized I forgot to eat breakfast. And take vitamins. But then my son started crying... at 11am I had leftover pizza. At 3 I started to make oatmeal for lunch (the instant kind)- but as I was taking it out of the microwave, my son's cry startled me into spilling the way-too-hot oatmeal all over my hand. I didn't realize I had a burn mark until after dinner. At 4.30 I was able to reheat and finish lunch.
I'm just reviewing those details so all my good friends who haven't gotten a return phone call will know I appreciate them and will call sometime in the next week (this means Kim, Kerri, Kiki, Mary, Sonja and probably some others I've forgot). In the meantime, enjoy the pics of our 2 week old!