Wednesday, February 5, 2014

The First Week

Walker is one week old today! As cheesy as it sounds, I'm sitting here wondering where in the world one week went already. It has been the longest - yet shortest - week of my life, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. 

I look at this picture of him from the hospital {one day old} and he already looks so different to me. But let me back up. 

As I mentioned in my previous post, Walker was born in the wee hours of the morning on Jan. 29. After a long labor, they placed him on my chest and neither Brandon nor I could stop crying. I just kept repeating to him over and over, "Happy Birthday!" It was the most overwhelming, emotional moment of my life. I can't even begin to describe it in words. 


He had some fluid in his lungs, so they quickly whisked him off to the nursery to get looked at. Since it was so early {or late, however you want to look at it}, our family only got to look at him from the windows in the nursery. Brandon walked down there with him while I was getting cleaned up. When it was just me, the doctor and a nurse left in the room, I kept thinking to myself, "We have a baby now. He's here!" 

We had great postpartum and nursery nurses at the hospital, and while I was thankful they could take Walker to the nursery for a couple of hours at a time, I hated they came in so often to check vitals, etc. It seemed that right as I would get to sleep, they'd come in! But that's just their job and I totally get it. We were both just so dang sleep deprived from the induction that began Monday night. 

We came home on Thursday afternoon, Jan. 30. My mom {"Foxy"} was here and I will forever be grateful that she was. She helped with everything from cooking huge meals, to taking care of Walker while I slept for an hour or two, to reminding me to go take a shower. When she and my dad left, I just bawled. 

It was a little touch-and-go there for awhile because my milk didn't come in until day five, and the poor thing was just hungry and I wasn't producing enough for him. So, we called the lactation consultant at the hospital {she was a true Godsend} and she told us it was fine to supplement with formula. I didn't want to do that, but I had to remind myself that it was okay, and if my baby was hungry, I had to feed him - no matter what it was. 


Brandon went back to work on Tuesday, and it has been just Walker and me. 

Walker is truly a wonderful baby. He barely cries unless he's being changed - the boy hates it - or given a sponge bath! When he's hungry, which right now we're feeding every two hours, he just whimpers and sucks his hands. He's a spit-up machine and I think he finds joy in having a blowout right after I change his diaper. {But seriously.} The sound of the vacuum cleaner, hair dryer and even our loud cat, Oliver, don't bother him. I guess it's true what they say: they hear the sounds in the womb and get used to them, so the sounds don't bother them when they're born. 

We don't have a "schedule" yet, but we're slowly getting into a routine. Since he eats every two hours {on the odd hour}, we have our last feeding at 9 p.m. and then go to bed. He feeds again at 11 p.m., so I'll wake up and feed him and we'll repeat this again at 1 a.m., 3 a.m., 5 a.m., 7 a.m. and so on throughout the day. He has been sleeping a little later after his 7 a.m. feeding, which gives me time to eat breakfast, brush my teeth and do a couple of small things I need to get done before his next feeding. After that feeding, I'll put him in his bouncer outside the shower, where I'll take a shower and then dry my hair. I haven't really changed into anything but pajama sets, and I don't even mind at all. I'll then feed him, have lunch myself, and we'll take a nap together - typically him laying on my chest in our recliner. He'll eat again, and then I'll put him in his swing while I get a couple of things done around the house {e.g.: unload the dishwasher or fold clothes}. He'll eat again, and then Brandon comes home. Right now, we're so blessed with people bringing or sending us meals, so I haven't had to balance cooking into our routine yet. Brandon will spend some time with Walker, I'll feed him again and we just relax, eat and watch TV until the last feeding and bed. 


Walker sleeps just like his mama: mouth open and mouth-breather and all. {Poor thing.} Speaking of sleep, he hates his cradle, so he's sleeping between Brandon and me in his "pod" {the Boppy Newborn Lounger}. While I know it's not meant for sleeping, it's what works for us right now, and since mommy, daddy and baby are sleeping, we will take it! 


Some of our favorite products right now include: the Wubbanub, Summer Infant Swaddle Me {size 2}, the Boppy Newborn Lounger and our Boppy. We love our afternoon naps {yes, Oliver sleeps on my feet while Walker sleeps on my chest...I love that I'm forced to take a nap}; visits from friends and family; and FaceTime with Foxy and Papa {my parents}. 


Overall, it has been a wonderful first week and I can't believe my little man is a week old. I've heard the time goes by so fast, so I'm trying to relish in it as much as I can. I just kiss his sweet face and love on him all day long. 

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