It doesn’t seem possible that Calvin is going to be 3 weeks old on Thursday. And yet, I am quickly rounding that corner of feeling like he has always been with us. It’s been a rough couple of weeks, there is no denying that. Something I haven’t mentioned is the fact that I had to wear a catheter for 12 days after being released from the hospital due to my bladder rupture during birth. As I am sure you can imagine, this only added insult to injury (quite literally as my incision was very painful) and made those first 2 weeks at home seem to last forever.
Now that it’s gone, I feel a lot more like myself. And after today’s Pediatrician appointment, I feel a little bit like SuperWoman.
Calvin was 9lbs 4oz when we left the hospital, just 7% below his birthweight. They start to worry if you exceed 10% but we were off to a great start. At his first appointment, he had already gained 3 ounces so they let us wait another 2 weeks before coming back since I had a hard recovery. So today, when we went in, I was beyond thrilled to see that he weighed 10lbs 11oz, having gained 1lb 4oz in just 2 weeks!
This is a huge contrast to Oscar’s first few weeks because he almost immediately lost 2 of his 11lbs and we were fighting to help him gain weight around the clock. I would nurse/pump/nurse/pump basically 24/7 until he was in the safe zone. We came really close to supplementing with formula, but I was so nervous about it that I basically killed myself pumping to avoid it. I had already decided that I would definitely supplement this time around because the agony was too much, but Calvin is eating so well, it isn’t even a concern!
Coming out of such an undesireable birth experience, I am so relieved that part of my body is doing what it’s supposed to do! In fact, I am pretty proud of “the girls” and Calvin for working it out so early in the game.
In other news, Calvin is perfectly healthy and his umbilical cord (finally) fell off while we were at the Doctor! This means bathtime as soon as tomorrow! Yes!
As for my physical recovery, I feel pretty good. I am done with pain meds, almost done with antibiotics and even though I am only sleeping in 2-3 hour spurts, I feel that it’s quality sleep. Emotionally, I come and go. I have a lot to deal with and I am letting it come here and there. I also have the typical hormone crashes happening so a good cry is sometimes just that. And it’s refreshing.
I’ll tell you this though. I could not be in one piece today if it weren’t for my family and friends taking care of us. We had meals each night for 2 weeks straight and with Jerry back to work, my mom has been with us each morning this week. Jerry’s mom will be here next week. I am so fortunate to have this support right now and I know it.
We’re making it. And that feels good.