||[Mar. 18th, 2015|09:02 pm]
Well, Baby A. came last week. :) So, uh, yeah, some of those weird stretchy things going on in my body turned out to be contractions. There was some excitement regarding heart arrhythmia and induction and jaundice, but everything seems to have calmed down now and he is fine as far as I know. (Of course, that is what I was saying right before we ended back up in the hospital for the jaundice. So hopefully they really have calmed down now?) May someday get around to posting a pic under f-lock, but not today because I'm going to sleeeeep as soon as I post this. He was 9 lb 10 oz. My sister, who is planning on having another kid, is rather dubious about the emerging trend here for our family's babies (9 lb 4 oz for E., 9 lb 7 oz for my sister's daughter, and now this)...
Thanks to everyone who told me that breastfeeding was easier the second time around, because it so very much is, both sheerly physically (engorgement, soreness, etc. was waaay less of a problem) and in terms of actually knowing what I was doing — I guess doing something several times a day for a year is a lot of practice, even if I haven't done it for several years now. Also it happened that I didn't get torn up nearly as much, so delivery/post-partum recovery has been about eleventy billion times better in general. Also also, I feel like I've been able to enjoy his cute little babyhood more because I haven't been so stressed out about the whole thing — I was worried about every single little thing with E., but with A. I'm mostly just enjoying what a cute baby he is. (Although I did get stressed about the jaundice until the doctor talked me down. And anyway he seems much better now.)
My mom is here now, which is really great, especially for D, who took unexpected full-time paternity leave last week and has really been awesome but who was not exactly expecting this (the plan was for him to work reduced weeks after my mom left so as to spin out his paternity leave). My mom and I have, er, extremely different views on parenting five-year-olds, but she's amazingly wonderful with babies and with doing work around the house that otherwise would just not get done.
At about a week old, the big difference I've noticed between having a boy and a girl baby is that it is way easier to change massively poopy diapers :) (I haven't gotten sprayed yet, probably because he was slightly dehydrated last week, so that is a joy yet to come.)