Hospital Stay

So, like I said in the previous post, we had to go back to the labor/delivery room so the nurses could watch me closer. They gave me some special medicine before going to bed that night that took about an hour to give to lower my blood pressure. She would shoot in some medicine, then take my blood pressure, then shoot more in, then take my blood pressure, etc. But it seemed to really work because by the time she finished, my blood pressure was back to normal. They also were taking blood samples every 4 hours to make sure things were getting better. So between that and feeding Logan, it was once again, a restless night. The next day, they kept saying they were going to move us over to the post-partum rooms, but for one reason or another it wasn't until evening that we finally were moved. So I didn't get a shower either. But the next morning I was finally able to shower and it helped the pain so much. I definitely would suggest to anyone getting a c-section to shower as soon as possible because I really felt so much better. Obviously, I was still in pain, but it helped a lot. That night, Saturday night, I had a little breakdown because of how hard it was to breastfeed, how much Logan cried, and the stress of having a c-section, and then my IV went bad so they had to try to put it in somewhere else and I got poked about 3 times and it just wasn't working. My veins couldn't handle it. It was the last straw for me and I started crying. It just seemed like things kept getting worse instead of better. I felt stupid for crying because the nurse didn't really know what to do. But she left to get another nurse who was really good at IVs and somehow found a vein that I can't even see. Nate helped me calm down and Sunday was better.

After that, we just had to deal with Logan. He was crying all the time (and hard) and I knew it was because he wasn't getting enough to eat but I wasn't sure what to do because I really wanted to breastfeed, but my milk wasn't coming in and he was not satisfied with what I could give him. And of course they suggest to never give a bottle or a binkie because they could get confused. So I just felt so bad for him and I really wanted the nurses to feed him some formula. There was also the issue that if he didn't latch on after the first try, he would get really mad and cry uncontrollably. I definitely had the nurses coming in often to help me latch him and they all commented on that. He already had a little personality. And it's still the same. He wants what he wants right when he wants it and same thing if he doesn't want something. For example, if I try to feed him when he is full, he goes crazy. But as soon as you figure out what he wants, he immediately settles down. Definitely has a stubborn streak. He had lost about 11 ounces from his birth weight, so it was basically to the point of worry. I tried to contact the lactation consultant, but she didn't come in until Monday. When she finally came, she showed me how to supplement using a tube thing and that helped. She also told me I needed to pump after every feeding to get my milk supply up.

Monday we were able to go home and we picked up my mom from the airport in the afternoon. So it all worked out perfectly. But Logan still was not that happy at home even with the supplementing. The lactation consultant had wanted me to do 2 tubes of formula with every feeding, which was about an ounce and it still did not seem to be enough. So I decided to do 4 tubes of formula and my mom suggested doing a sensitive formula. So after doing that, he was a completely different baby. He was sleeping better and rarely cried. It was such a relief. It definitely kept me busy though since I had to do 4 tubes of formula, which took about an hour to feed him because he was such a sleepy eater, and then I had to pump and then it was pretty much time to feed him again. So I was certainly grateful that my mom was there. Besides the fact that I was recovering from a c-section and just couldn't do a lot. But I healed quickly and now, six weeks later, I am feeling practically normal.

Here are some pictures of the first 2 weeks of Logan's life.

Me holding him in the hospital

Saying his first prayer

In the hospital with Daddy

Coming home from the hospital. Look how little he was!

Sleeping with his mouth open

Sleeping with Daddy. Always have to get one of these pictures

Mommy and Logan

Logan's first outing. To the McKinley Memorial Park

Logan with Grandma

Family picture

Urkel pants

Holding a toy for the first time. Grandma put it in his hand