I had time (finally!) to work on some of the photos of Thaddeus’ first month with some extra pairs of hands to help carry Mr Velcro. Yes, my son is also known as Mr Velcro to many of my friends now because they have been updated on how sticky he is through Twitter and Facebook.
Looking through the photos of his first month, I cannot quite imagine how we got through it. He has changed our lives entirely and things will never be the same again.
It was not a love-at-first-sight for us when he arrived. Or rather, not the kinda gush of love overcoming us like the birth stories I had watched on Discovery. But of course, we felt immensely relieved and happy that he was delivered safely into our arms.
I had wanted to put T in the car seat but the nurse who walked me out asked me to be seated so that she can pass me the baby. Perhaps she felt T was a lil’ too tiny to fit into the car seat? He did lose some grams after a week in the NICU.
The time he spent in NICU was very difficult for all three of us who are new in our positions, but I’m glad T overcame his first struggle in life like a trooper.
I was really, really glad that T could return home in time for reunion dinner with the family. It makes the event so much more meaningful to the husb and myself.
During my confinement, the amazing husband did night duty. T still had jaundice when he returned home and the husb brought him out for a dose of sun every morning. That explains why son is no fair baby. The husb would also make sure I eat something when I wake up before going to sleep. Those were pretty tough times for the husb. Think it was even worse than days in the army!
My challenge was breastfeeding. The 2-hourly nursing was exhausting! It felt like I was nursing ALL the time. Gosh, I was aching all over and felt pain whenever I stood up from the bed. Sometimes, it felt like the aches were worse than the pain from the c-section.
Because of the frequent and rather long duration of nursing, I had sore nipples. I tried to live with it for a couple of days but it was getting too much to bear. In the end, we got my folks to babysit and rushed out to get breast shields.
The pain and fatigue from breastfeeding was getting to me so much so that even the husb told me that it’s okay if I can’t nurse him. If I keep feeling stressed and unhappy over it, the only person who will suffer from it would be T (and probably the husb too). To provide relief for me and my boobs, I pumped so that he can be fed by others from the bottle and nursed every other feed.
Unfortunately, it was clear that my supply is not meeting T’s demand which was why he needed to nurse all the time. T was always crying for milk, which was really quite the poor thing. We were quite bummed that T could not be on total breastfeeding but rationalized that T was already supplemented with formula when he was in NICU and he’s doing fine. Feeding well beats crying all the time any day, right? As long as the baby thrives!
I came across this while reading up on breastfeeding and it made me feel much better.
Can I still bond with my baby if I don’t breastfeed?
Absolutely. Breastfeeding is a wonderful way to strengthen your connection with your child, but it isn’t the only way. At feeding time, hold your infant close to you and make eye contact. One client of Barger’s who couldn’t breastfeed ended up bottle-feeding her child as if she were nursing him. She held him in a breastfeeding position and had lots of skin-to-skin contact. Remember that your relationship with your child won’t be based solely on your ability to nurse her. How you respond when she cries, how often you hold and play with her, and how you are as a parent matters more than how you feed her.
We had mentally prepared ourselves for a newborn but ours proved to be a tad challenging for us. Besides the marathon feeding, we soon realized that he could also be crying due to colic. He’s not a good burp-er and that meant more gas may be left in his tummy if we did not burp him well. Sometimes it could take up to 30-45minutes just to get a burp. Crazy times if you ask me, because that means by the time he burps, it will be his next feed soon.
The paed gave us some tips on how to burp him and also answered our seemingly-never-ending questions. We can’t do much about the gas problem though. :\
Back home, the painful gas is giving our little one lots of discomfort. He cries when he needs to let out gas and when his tummy aches. Poor thing, and our poor ears too! It’s a vicious cycle – he cries cos there’s too much gas and takes in more gas when he cries. *heartpain*
About two days before his 满月, he was crying badly at night. We were at our wits end and asked my folks what we should do. My dad suggested for us to bring him to KKH. The experience with the hospital was quite a nightmare, which should be left for another post.
With grace from the gods above, T got discharged in time for his 满月 and much to our relief.