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Cleaning Up

I swept and mopped the floor today.

Lest someone think that I have my priorities wrong and remind me that new moms should sleep when baby sleeps, I should clarify that I did take a two-hour nap this morning. And lest someone say being fed and clothed is more important, I should mention that I cooked dinner (leftovers!) and did five loads of laundry yesterday. And lest the grandmas complain, I posted a picture of Paul on the website first. Then I swept the floor.

Don’t be impressed. It has been swept twice since I came home from the hospital. And the first time I cut corners.

The things I learned:

  • A hardwood floor the size of Kentucky needs to swept every day.
  • When I have another child (I suppose I should say “if”, but who am I kidding?), I’m hiring a maid service for a month.

In defense of my husband: He is much cleaner than I am and is very good about chipping in and keeping things clean. However, he took off a week of work when Paul was born. It was just before a major project went live. Now he’s working long hours to make up for taking time off. Besides, I want him to hold his son once he comes home! And he doesn’t get a nap during the day like I do.

In defense of my friends: They offered to clean, but I am not yet willing to ask a friend to clean up my dust. And I wasn’t yet willing to give up my newborn to them so I could clean. I cherished week 2: I held my newborn just about every minute during the day and didn’t have to share him with anyone. I’m very sad that I’ll probably never get to do that again with a newborn bundle of joy.

The bottom line is, I’m starting to feel like I have control of this Being a Mother Thing, so it’s time I take care of the house too. I suppose tomorrow may feel like chaos again. But the messy house is very out of control, and today I’m feeling ready to take charge.

On to vacuuming! Oh wait, Paul’s crying. Maybe later….

Advice

I have a lot to learn about being a mother. The first major lesson I’m learning is to not believe everything I’m told.

I own a few early-days-of-being-a-mother parenting books. In the weeks prior to Paul’s birth, I read just about every parenting book in the Glen Waverley library. I talked with friends in my ward here who have been parents for years. I talked to my own mother. During the 48 hours I was in the hospital with my newborn, each midwife (there were at least 12) imparted her medical opinions about caring for my baby.

I really shouldn’t listen to most of it.

Yes, it really has taken me a month to get to this point.

I’ve decided I’ll do whatever works for my baby. I guess it’s good to read and listen to people, but I’m not going to take anyone seriously. My husband says, “Mother knows best.” I’m not sure I do know what is best, but I’m figuring it out one day at a time.

Advice That Didn’t Help

(and there is so much more!)

  • The most important thing to do is feed your baby. If you don’t, he will end up on IVs in a children’s nursery.

This came from a midwife at the hospital 36 hours after Paul’s birth. I was already panicked about trying to figure out breastfeeding and her pressure for me to figure it out before I left the hospital did not help. They actually told me I could not leave the hospital until I got him to attach correctly. With my husband’s encouragement, I told them “Actually, I’m leaving now,” and we packed up and left. One midwife was supportive of that (see Advice That Helped below). Without the awful hospital pressure, I figured it out.

  • Never give a newborn a bottle or a pacifier (also called dummy, soother, binkie). Wait until they are at least a month old (preferably 6-8 weeks old), or they will never breastfeed correctly again.

and

  • If you give a newborn a bottle (even of expressed breast milk), you aren’t breastfeeding properly and it will “mess up” your supply.

I panicked on day 13 of Paul’s life because he wouldn’t nurse. I was very worried he wasn’t getting food (see first bullet point as to why this was a huge worry). My husband bought a pump and I gave him a bottle. My husband also bought two pacifiers. Paul loves the pacifiers, has no problems with the bottle, and hasn’t really had any problem nursing since day 16. He figured it out.

  • Your baby will scream if he’s hungry.

Paul doesn’t scream. He sleeps. Eventually, when I offer him the chance to eat, he’ll realize he’s hungry and get mad and anxious to eat. But he usually doesn’t realize he’s hungry before that point.

  • Newborns that are breastfed don’t need to be burped. They don’t get “wind.”

It took me a week (or more) to realize this isn’t true for Paul. If I burp Paul every five minutes, he spits up half as much.

  • Breastfeed babies don’t spit up very often.

I read this on a website about breastfeeding. They must not have met my son!

  • You’re baby isn’t like an adult. He knows when he’s full and stops eating.

I have no proof of this, but I really think Paul will keep eating forever! He does not refuse to eat, even if he’s been eating for an hour. He’ll spit up every thing he eats after a certain point, but still he usually won’t refuse if I offer. (Sometimes he does fall asleep, though.)

  • Don’t use any kind of cleanser in the baby’s bath. Just use warm water.

I’m not convinced that that would really clean me, let alone my spit-up covered child. I’m not sure why so many people told me this. We avoid soap, of course, but what’s wrong with Johnson’s wash?

Advice That Helped

  • You have common sense, and you have nipples. You’ll be fine!

This was the response from one midwife (a cute Chinese grandma lady) at the hospital that didn’t seem worried that I wanted to skip the joint, despite not having “figured out” breastfeeding by day 2.

Smiles

Incipe, parve puer, risu cognoscere matrem.
Begin, baby boy, to recognize your mother with a smile.
—-Virgil, Eclogues: Book 4, Line 60

I went shopping without the family on Saturday. Shortly after I came home, I went to change Paul’s diaper. As I put him on the change table, he looked up at me and smiled! It was delightful.

There is chance it was still a reflexive smile and he didn’t recognize me or intend to smile. But it was delightful all the same. I look forward to more!

Week 3 Update

Paul is now more than 3 weeks old. Here are some updates about him.

  • He hasn’t been weighed since he was a week and half old. Then, he was 3050 grams. His birth weight was 3116 grams, so he hadn’t yet gained back to his birth weight. However, since then, I suspect he has gained much more than those lacking 66 grams. To us, it looks like his face and chest are filling out. His thighs and legs are still skinny but that doesn’t stop Daddy from nicknaming Paul “Porkchop.” (I think it’s a bit premature since he is still so tiny!) He’ll be weighed next on 7 November, his first month birthday.
  • Mommy suspects Paul went through a growth spurt over the weekend. He wanted to eat every hour on Friday afternoon and evening and then he kept wanting to eat every two hours all night! (He had been sleeping 4 hours plus each night, but that phase ended this weekend unfortunately!)
  • Paul has stronger lungs than he used to have. His cry is louder and he is much more determined to get attention when he’s unhappy.
  • His eyes are no longer blue-ish gray. They are darkening and already look more gray than anything else. I suspect they aren’t done changing color. We could end up with brown eyes yet!

Genius Baby

This baby is a genius. He thinks he can crawl. If he’s on his belly on Daddy’s chest, he crawls up. I tried to capture his crawling on video. It may not look like much to you, but I’m impressed….

(P.S. Yes, I know the crawl reflex is a newborn reflex that goes away after a few weeks or months.)

Daylight

My son awoke at 4:30 this morning (and at 12:30 and 3, but that’s besides the point). As I climbed the stairs to his nursery, I was somewhat consoled by the fact that this was Daylight Savings Time night. It’s October, so I knew that I would be gaining an hour: it was really only 3:30. I would get a few more hours of sleep!

As I sat with him, I started to realize that the night sky was getting lighter. I no longer needed the nightlight to see in front of me. I peered out of his window to see a bright red ball peeking out behind the clouds. It was beautiful, and it was definitely a sunrise.

A sunrise at 4 a.m.? If the sun rises that early this week, how early would it rise next week? Aren’t the days getting longer?

And then I realized what I’ve always known: Spring Forward, Fall Back. It is October. That means it is Spring. I didn’t gain an hour, I lost it. It wasn’t 4 a.m. It was 6 a.m.

Night was over. It was day.

I suppose it doesn’t really matter what time the clock said it was. Paul was sure it was morning. He wouldn’t yawn or flutter his eyelids even the slightest, despite the fact that I closed all of his blinds and bound him up tightly in a blanket and held him closely for 30 minutes.

I guess he’s getting pretty smart. When he sees daylight, he thinks it’s time to be awake. Even if Mommy wants to sleep.

A Child of God

The first night I held Paul in my arms, I began to sing him a familiar song as a lullaby:

I am a child of God,
and He has sent me here,
has given me an earthly home,
with parents kind and dear.

As I sang, I was overcome with the meaning of it: I am one of the parents kind and dear. I am the one the song is about. When Paul thinks of this song and his own earthly home and parents, he’ll be thinking of me!

It’s intimidating to realize how much Heavenly Father trusts me–He’s sent one of His precious spirit children to me! My husband points out that He sends His children to all sorts of different homes and families. But I know my role. It’s up to me (and the others in Paul’s life) to fulfill the chorus of the song for Paul:

Lead me, guide me, walk beside me.
Help me find the way.
Teach me all that I must do
To live with Him some day.

I hope and pray I can lead Paul as he deserves to be led–back to the presence of our Heavenly Father!

Paul’s First Week

Paul had a lot of firsts this week. Last Sunday, he breathed for the first time. He also cried for the first time. In the past week, Paul also learned to eat really well and to mess his pants! He is a natural sleeper. Sometimes we have to wake him up to remind him to eat. Other times (when night comes), he likes to stay awake and fuss for attention. No sleeping then!

Dad stayed home from work all last week. Father and son had a great time together. Dad had to go back to work yesterday, but that just means Mom gets Paul all to herself!

Overall, he’s a very good boy. We are so glad to have him in our family.

Here are some pictures from the first week of his life.

Week One


 

Paul’s First Bath

Paul’s First Family Pictures