all hell broke lose!
It. was. so. hard.
I don't think there is anything that can really mentally prepare someone to bring home a new baby for the first time.
I was so hopeful and felt so good about how everything went in the hospital, literally the picture of perfection, as far as deliveries can go. Maybe we are all blessed with some ease at one point in bringing children to this earth, labor and delivery was mine.
We had more than enough help when we got home, my mom was cleaning and doing dishes and laundry which was so wonderful as well as being such a great support to me. Brandon's mom was bring meal after meal, each night we had something new and different which was so wonderful.
Jack on the other hand decided he wasn't going to be a good eater (he did so well in hospital) and of course we were trying to feed him often, which meant little sleep. Brandon had to finish up his semester and was busy studying and doing homework and taking finals, I was exhausted and trying to figure everything out along with my hormones being totally out of whack. We also had a lot of visitors and too many all at once. Jack went six or seven hours without eating one day and then he wouldn't eat when I tried and I was stressed and tired and completely breaking down.
It was Sunday night and amidst a complete breakdown/panic attack, Brandon called the new parent line and spoke with a nurse. She asked a lot of questions, but couldn't pin down what the problem could be and suggested we bring Jack into the ER just to have him checked out. Jack was given a blessing and we headed to the hospital. Once there we found out his blood sugar was 46, which is low even for an adult. He was given sugar water, which he LOVED, and formula. His blood sugar came back up to and acceptable level and after working with a few different OB nurses to try and get the nursing thing down again, we went home.
side note: being a nurse does not make you any more capable of handling such situations with your own children. I could be as cool as a cucumber with anyone else's child, total mess with mine.
I've been questioning whether or not I can do this. I've been talking to my friends as much as possible looking for reassurance that this too will pass. It seems as though it will and eventually we will get the hang of things. I guess it's just a matter of making it through the first few months.
Yes, we are still so grateful for little Jack, he is such a precious little angel and we are so blessed that he has been placed in our care. It really is so hard and such a struggle and all we want is to do the very best we can in raising this child of God.
It. was. so. hard.
I don't think there is anything that can really mentally prepare someone to bring home a new baby for the first time.
I was so hopeful and felt so good about how everything went in the hospital, literally the picture of perfection, as far as deliveries can go. Maybe we are all blessed with some ease at one point in bringing children to this earth, labor and delivery was mine.
We had more than enough help when we got home, my mom was cleaning and doing dishes and laundry which was so wonderful as well as being such a great support to me. Brandon's mom was bring meal after meal, each night we had something new and different which was so wonderful.
Jack on the other hand decided he wasn't going to be a good eater (he did so well in hospital) and of course we were trying to feed him often, which meant little sleep. Brandon had to finish up his semester and was busy studying and doing homework and taking finals, I was exhausted and trying to figure everything out along with my hormones being totally out of whack. We also had a lot of visitors and too many all at once. Jack went six or seven hours without eating one day and then he wouldn't eat when I tried and I was stressed and tired and completely breaking down.
It was Sunday night and amidst a complete breakdown/panic attack, Brandon called the new parent line and spoke with a nurse. She asked a lot of questions, but couldn't pin down what the problem could be and suggested we bring Jack into the ER just to have him checked out. Jack was given a blessing and we headed to the hospital. Once there we found out his blood sugar was 46, which is low even for an adult. He was given sugar water, which he LOVED, and formula. His blood sugar came back up to and acceptable level and after working with a few different OB nurses to try and get the nursing thing down again, we went home.
side note: being a nurse does not make you any more capable of handling such situations with your own children. I could be as cool as a cucumber with anyone else's child, total mess with mine.
I've been questioning whether or not I can do this. I've been talking to my friends as much as possible looking for reassurance that this too will pass. It seems as though it will and eventually we will get the hang of things. I guess it's just a matter of making it through the first few months.
Yes, we are still so grateful for little Jack, he is such a precious little angel and we are so blessed that he has been placed in our care. It really is so hard and such a struggle and all we want is to do the very best we can in raising this child of God.
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ok, i am a loser! CONGRATS!!! i can't wait to see him...and you! i hope everything is going great now and you enjoying every minute of him.
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