Yesterday, we had our first so-called “big” day since coming home from the hospital. It started off with our first morning alone at the house. Just the three of us. Trying to get going. Once we finally did get our acts together, we headed to the pediatrician for Oliver’s first appointment. Everything checked out fine, but they wanted to check him for jaundice again, so we had to head down to a different medical office for a blood draw (Oliver’s numbers were great, by the way).
We then headed to Dierberg’s to pick up a prescription for Sarah. I sat the car with Oliver. And I sat. And I sat. And I sat … Probably took over a half hour, and we just sat there doing nothing. It’s about as fun to write and read about as it was to actually be there.
At home, we all ate lunch and awaited the arrival of Grandma Annette. Once she got here, we gave Oliver his first bath (see picture below). Because his umbilical cord is still attached, it was more of a sponge bath. He was really calm about it, which we all found surprising. For example, he just closed his little eyes and let the water run through his hair as I rinsed away the baby shampoo. He smelled much better afterward, and he was ready for a nap with grandma so Sarah and I headed upstairs for over two hours to catch up on sleep ourselves.
Refreshed around 5 p.m., we got ready for some visitors, one of my longest and best friends, Jason, and his wife. They got here around 5:30 p.m., and we hung out for a half hour, just long enough to keep Oliver’s stomach at bay, since he was due for a feeding.
After that, everybody was gone and it was again just the three of us here. We had a relaxing evening, catching up on some old episodes of “How I Met Your Mother.” With a late feeding at 11 p.m., we finally were able to sleep around 12:30 a.m. Oliver did pretty well overnight and we don’t have anybody coming over today, so hopefully everything will go smoothly.
So far, the most exciting thing that has happened today is Oliver breaking his personal record by tooting about 10 times in a row. Gosh, does he make me proud.
Last night was another long one. At least Oliver cut his awake time by 30 minutes (so he was up from 1:30 to 4:30 a.m.). I’m tired again today, but I realize there’s light at the end of this sleep-deprived tunnel.
Also, I wanted to thank all of the readers for the great comments over the past week. I can’t believe that Sarah and I went to the hospital just seven days ago. Crazy. Using the blog as a conduit for sharing information has been awesome, and it’s allowed me to connect with several people who I haven’t spoken to in quite some time. One of those folks, Valerie, is a friend from college who’s an amazingly clever/hilarious writer. I look forward to following her stories as she raises her son, Leo. Valerie found me through Cara’s blog, so I’ve added them and a few others to my blog roll today. I’d encourage you to check them out.
That’s all for today. More to come I’m sure …
Today was full of many naps, and it wasn’t just Oliver getting into the act. He had a nice feeding going at 1 a.m. this morning, but was fussy afterward. We ended up giving him another half feeding around 2:30 a.m. and yet another half at 4 a.m. He didn’t sleep until 4:30 a.m.!!!! We were sooooo tired. I could barely move last night, and we kept thinking of things we’d need that were either down the hall or downstairs. Man, it was tiring.
Luckily, my mother-in-law is staying with us for a couple days and she was able to help with calming Oliver in the morning and taking care of some diaper changes. I ended up taking a nap from 8 to 11:30 a.m. and 3:30 to 5 p.m. I still feel tired, too!
Hope tonight’s a little easier …
The Lopinot clan was released from the hospital this afternoon. The drive home wasn’t as tough as I imagined it would be. I had heard stories from a few friends who drove with extreme caution, rarely touching the speed limit. Instead, I just zipped along as an almost-normal pace.
Once home, we introduced Oliver to Molly. That relationship has been a fun one to observe develop. So far, Oliver has screamed his little head off and scared the bejeezus out of Molly. In turn, Molly has barked at Oliver on several occasions.
Among the highlights of the first day home:
- An awesome meal cooked up by mother-in-law extraordinaire Annette
- Blocking a blazing pee that unexpectedly shot out of Oliver like a rocket while changing his diaper (my hand was soaked, as was the carpet and couch – nice!)
- Changing a diaper and hearing Oliver toot before an exploding mass shot into a perfectly clean new diaper and grazing my hand
I’m sure there will be more exciting things to report on in the coming days. Below is a picture of Sarah, Oliver and me right before we left the hospital and a photo of Oliver meeting Molly.
Today was the opposite of quiet. Last night was our first feeding Oliver, so the nurse brought him into the room every three hours. Each feeding took at least an hour, including getting ready, changing the diaper, etc. That was tiring. Now I understand exactly what my friend Mike, a new father, has been telling me about sleep deprivation.
We finished our “7:30 a.m.” feeding around 8:30 a.m., then they rolled the clock forward an hour. The next two hours were filled with about a dozen doctor and nurse visits. Oliver also was circumcised during that period (sorry Susan, no bris!).
After Oliver’s surgery, he would hardly eat. It took FOREVER to get the next feeding completed. All the while, visitors began gathering in the hallway. No pressure, right? As soon as we gave the “all clear” sign, our room was filled with seven guests. It was extremely nice, but also chaotic. We sure were glad to see everybody, but we’re enjoying the down time right now.
Well, we head out tomorrow morning on the next step of our adventure: Being at home with our son. Should be fun.
Oliver’s back, and we have him in our room as much as we want!
The nurses in the special care unit today are the “anti-last-night’s-nurse.” These nurses are sooo nice. It’s like Father Merrin from “The Exorcist” came to our floor and banished that mean nurse to the gates of hell (and I say “good riddance,” by the way).
Anyway, these new nurses wanted to get Oliver into our room and learning to breastfeed and all that stuff. It’s been great. He’s been here for about three hours and we’ve had a great time. Here’s a picture Sarah took of me with Oliver shortly after he ate:
Our little Oliver kicked some butt last night and had strong blood sugar levels when they tested him four times. He’s now at the level they’d like to see him at, so they have taken him off the IV. That’s the good news. Great news, in fact.
The bad news for his baby-deprived parents? He has to stay in the special care nursury for about 22 more hours. We just want to have him in the room and get to know him, but it won’t be happening today. At least Sarah is up and about a bit, feeling pretty good. So she will be able to see him as much as she can, assuming she has the energy. She should, since she ate a HUGE breakfast. Lots of calories.
If we get any other news today, I’ll try to post it here on the blog. We will be having a few guests today, so I expect to be fairly busy. More to come …
Sarah made an appropriate comment today that sort of sums up Oliver’s second day: “I feel more like a patient than I feel like a mom.”
That’s just how it’s been. Oliver’s blood sugar levels still aren’t consistently high enough for him to be released from the special care nursery. So I can only take one guest in to see him at a time. And I’ve only been able to touch him a few times today due to a rude, rude, rude nurse. Wow is she rude. I’m about to unleash an F-bomb-filled tirade in her direction if she tells me not to tough MY SON one more time.
Sarah, bless her heart, only got to see Oliver for about five minutes today. She was going to feed him a bottle, so we got her out of bed for the first time, put her into a wheelchair and rolled her down to the nursery. Oliver was placed in her arms … for about five seconds. Then Sarah said, “Justin, take him. I’m too weak, and I feel like I’m going to pass out. I need to go lay down.” And that was that. Sarah’s only been able to see photographic and video evidence of our cute namesake.
Oliver has to hit a specific target for blood sugar every three hours for 15 more hours before they even CONSIDER letting him out of the special care nursery and into our room. It’s frustrating, but we waited such a darn long time for this baby that another day apart is something we’re willing to deal with. It just hurts knowing that we could be holding him right now and staring into his cute little face.
Hey everybody. I only have a few minutes, but wanted to pass along the Flickr page I put together late last night that features pictures from throughout Oliver’s first day. Enjoy:
We had a really special day today, but it hasn’t soaked in that we’re parents yet. That’s probably because we didn’t get to spend a whole lot of time with Oliver today. Between Sarah’s recovery from the C-section and Oliver being at risk for low blood sugar, the mother-and-son parties were kept separate for most of the day.
Even now, Oliver is in the special care nursery, hooked to the tiniest little IV ever. He’s doing well, but the doctors and nurses want to make sure he maintains a healthy blood sugar level before he’s allowed back in our room. I just got back from spending 30 minutes holding him there. Sarah can’t get out of bed, so she hasn’t seen him since 4:30 p.m. Kind of sad, but Sarah really needs her rest. The surgery was rough on her.
They think his blood sugar level is low because his cord was wrapped around his neck in the womb. That darn cord’s probably also the reason he was all stressed out and we had to go with the C-section option this morning.
Well, the moments we did spend with Oliver were awesome. And he got to see all four of his proud grandparents, his great-aunt Kay and his Aunt Carrie and her boyfriend, Eli. Sarah and I received great support, with dozens and dozens of phone calls, text messages, e-mails and comments on this Web site. We also had nice gifts delivered to our room from our friends Mike and Jennifer, and a cool “diaper wreath” from my colleagues at Standing Partnership. And some work associates who happened to be on-site at the hospital today made a special, and unexpected, visit to my room this afternoon.
All in all, it was a special day. I’m sure I’ll share more later, but I’m on fumes. Don’t believe me? Check out my disheveled look in this picture from the special care nursery, taken not long ago (you can also see where the IV wiring is going into Oliver’s hand area):