Speaking of hospital... here's another memory, I don't miss the RN's pushing on my stomach to contract my uterus, and push out blood clots.. blahhh.... that was the worst of it I must say. That gross feeling of warm chunks oozing out of you isn't pleasant...
I still stand by my "labor/birth isn't so bad" statement, it's the after "party" that didn't impress me.
Here's my only gripe. After we had you, my lovely little bundle of joy... no one really prepared me for the exhaustion of Pediatrician, RN, and Midwife visits every hour on the hour for 48 hours... they just seemed to run the SAME tests over and over to cover their butts from a lawsuit I imagine, and poking needles in me several times (I have small veins) to test my blood levels.. then, a sweet screaming baby for 10 hours (through sleeping time, of course) on day 2 wasn't easy... only to be awakened at 4am with MORE tests....
Once home, Papa and I were pooped! That was our first night of good (aka 4 hours) sleep.
Since then, you have been a bit cranky here and there... but I like how my friend Amanda put it... "I'm glad my baby cried when he was a newborn, it just helped those days when he was that little stand out more, and I was able to spend more time with him...he needed me completely then, now it's hard to even get a kiss" That makes sense... maybe I wouldn't have these loud, but quality moments with you if you were a quiet little guy. Maybe I wouldn't appreciate the quiet times as much (like now!). I just see you being loud now because you will grow up to be a loud adult and will stir change in areas that need it.
You are my tough little guy that is already holding his head up! You are my loud little man that won't lie down, but will stand for his beliefs.
I know I get frustrated at times, but lately.. I just look at you while you are red in the face and squirming from gas, and I think... this is my precious little guy, and because you're so loud - you demand attention, in which I am more than happy to give, because after all... you will only be 3 weeks and a day for a brief moment...
I love you Adrayn.
Mucho Love!
That was so sweet, and so true! I loved what Amanda told you. Now with my 8 year old, the moments I treasure are the seconds before the front door opens as I rush him off so I can go to work. Because those are the few seconds where he gives me a hug, and actually allows me to give him a kiss. Of course it's that chosen moment because there are no other eyes around to see it. However, I cherish those seconds as much as I did the newborn days. :)
ReplyDeleteIt's an amazing journey with one stage moving on to the next. Try not to be too sad about the time going by. Look forward to the "new" that lays ahead!