PART TWO: THURSDAY- SATURDAY: THE FIRST FEW DAYS
I ended off the first post on Nicholas’ birth by saying that it is a bit of a shock to find that the little one you have been carrying inside you for so long is now a real live baby that you have to care for.
Lulu put it really well:
Here is how I feel about parenting for the first 6 days. It’s like you won a billion dollars in the lottery. All of your dreams have come true! You feel ecstatic and on top of the world. Everyone is happy for you. The only catch is that you have to carry the one billion dollars, in cash, on you at all times, and let’s just say that you live in the inner city, in a high crime area, and let’s also say that you have to wear a sign that flashes neon that says “I have a billion dollars cash on my person.” It’s the most incredible feeling, but it also leaves you feeling very vulnerable. Or maybe that’s just the hormones?
For anyone who watches Desperate Housewives, this week’s episode (in South Africa) was especially pertinent. Julie (Susan’s child) is pregnant and the reaction of the grandmothers is chalk and cheese. Susan is the one with her head in the clouds. She is very idealistic and wants Julie to keep the baby. She sabotages Julie’s adoption efforts and starts putting together a nursery. Lynette, the mother of the father of the child, who has brought up many children of her own and lately had a surprise pregnancy (“laat lammetjie”) to whom she is still attending – I think the kid must be about 3?- she knows the harsh realities of raising a child – how exhausting it is in every way. She is not keen to have another little one.
I was thinking how infertility has made me see motherhood with a certain amount of rose coloured glasses. Yes, I know it will be tough, but having reached that elusive treasure at the end of the rainbow, that part that was missing from my life for so long, there is a part of me that feels, yay, I should have “arrived” now. In fact it is just another journey to “survive and thrive”; that I am sure I will be writing about for many blogs to come.
Anyway let’s get back to my story.
What makes me so philosophical with regard to this path is that the first week of parenthood is extremely tough.
I think each person will have their individual challenges, but for me it was feeding Nicholas.
All of a sudden I was responsible for getting food inside him.
It was somewhere in between my boobs being shoved in every direction inside a chewing little mouth mutilating my nipples and being told very seriously from the pediatrician that if he did not get enough food he would land up being brain damaged, that I officially lost my sense of self. In fact by Saturday there was very little of “me” left.
But let me start at the beginning.
Every morning at the hospital Nicholas would get taken off to the nursery to get some tests done. (This is when I would grab the chance to have a shower quick) I would also get visits from both the gynae and the pead.
On Thursday morning his blood glucose was tested at 1.2 which was very low. While I was waiting for my peeps (mom and DH) I was sitting there trying to feed him and the pediatrician was telling me about how he could get brain damaged if we didn’t give him more food. Eventually my mom arrived (and we had to fight to get her in!) and we tried to feed him. Nic was really struggling to latch and suckle. Even now he can get on the boob, do some limited sucking but not a lot of drinking.
In any case we had to give him formula. And try as best we could the rest of the day to get him fed. This proved very frustrating. It is emotional enough going through the process of having just given birth, but now with the added pressure to get him to latch etc. I was a bit of a basket case. My dearest hubby stood up for me when I needed a break. And Nic had a nice nap. They went home to let the maid out while I had some friend visitors and it was good to chat and vent to them. They came back to sit with me during the evening. We did some limited feeding.
What’s nice about being in hospital is that very handy thing you press when you need help. And I sure made use of it. I would try and latch Nicholas. Quite a few times. Eventually we would both get so frustrated. The difference between a frustrated adult and baby is simple: babies can scream. He literally got red all over and bellowed his little lungs out. I really felt embarrassed for the people that had to share the ward with me and a screaming baby. But the solution was simple: press the button for the nurse to come and help us latch. And this worked very well. There was one particular night nurse who was just wonderful. She would simply scoop him up and place him like a football alongside me and get him sucking. It all looked so simple but to actually do it independently of help – I just didn’t seem to get it right. All the nurses were pretty wonderful actually, and I was so lucky to have them at my beck and call. I also spoke to one who had Bell’s palsy for a period of six months and over her wedding! After that I really felt very lucky – after all, Nicholas doesn’t really care what my face looks like.
Friday rolled around and fortunately his blood sugar had improved to 2.8. Yay!
Also the news came through that the car was giving trouble. Sometimes when you exit my car the lights get flicked on, but in any case they had been left on Thursday night and mom and DH did not want to worry me about it. So it needed to be towed and the battery properly charged. So my mom popped in briefly and then had to go and sort out the car. My DH had to work because there is certain stuff he has to do on a Friday.
However my mom had scheduled a lactation consultant to come and spend time with me and this turned out to be a great time to learn a bit more about the mysteries of this breastfeeding challenge.
She brought a huge cushion that straps to your body. But at home I have a nice curved one I am also using that works nicely as well. You place the baby against your body so his legs go over your other boob and his nose lines up with the nipple on the other side. Then you put your hand behind his ears and put a lot of pressure so that he is crushed against the boob – a nice big wide mouth. Oh yes – due to all the bad latches, by this point my nipples were very cracked and sore. So now I became more aware of how I was letting him on my nipple and how crucial that wide mouth was.
Anyway she got him sucking nicely and it gave me a bit more confidence.
My mom and DH came and spent the evening again with me, pretty uneventful.
Of course once they left the wheels fell off again. Red faced Nicholas was yelling the ward down. So I got some help latching again, had a rest, and later he wanted to feed again. This time he was really struggling to drink. Although we got him latched and going for a while, the nurses said he would have to have a top up formula to have enough food inside him. I mean, I really wanted to go home the next day. So it was a pretty exhausting night.
The next day I got mostly packed up and ready to go. DH and Mom had to do the grocery shopping and also figure out how to put the car seat in.
I got seen by both Dr K’s stand in and Dr G’s stand in and Nicholas passed the test, thank goodness. His weight had gone down to 2.9, but at least we know that is normal and they would let me go home. I sat and phoned my friends while I waited. I went and got my pain killers from the pharmacy. And then I was also waiting for the breast pump lady my mom knew that would help this feeding situation.
I have to say that by this point I was very tired and emotional. I was not up to making any sort of decisions. She came in and demonstrated the machine, and it was just another person man-handling my boobs and chatting to my mom the breastfeeding expert. I started to feel more like a cow and less like a human being. They were asking me stuff and I think I landed up being quite rude. I remember saying “I don’t really care at this point” and being on the verge of tears. I did apologise to her afterwards and she said she understood having had kids herself that this was Day 4 and I was entitled to lose it. I just wanted to get out of there. We landed up hiring something called the “Medela Symphony” – even though you can pump two at a time I’ve found one is just enough to keep track of without leaking everywhere! Next week we will go and buy a suitable pump for real.
But once we were home the problems didn’t go away. My mom was convinced Nicholas had tongue tie (when your tongue is tied back in a way that prevents you from latching properly) so she sterilized some equipment and cut the offending part. After that he fed for almost an hour and a half. This was great and very encouraging. But Saturday night turned out to be very long. And there was no button to press. Yes my mom was there to help, but there was only so much we could do.
By Sunday we knew that the best thing to do was to use the pump and just make the priority to get milk inside of Nicholas, and not worry about whether he was getting it from the boob or not. I was still breastfeeding him in between but this time using a nipple shield to protect my damaged nipples.
The great thing about a pump is that it is a reliable mechanical thing – you switch it on and it works. I am getting pretty good now at pumping and giving him a reliable source of food and that feels so good!! And we can get to bed at a decent time (well, 1am is better than some other time). We are using a bottle called “Tommee Tippee” which is quite cool because it has the shape of a breast. I also found out that it has a small hole on one side to prevent that suction noise (after changing two of his outfits because we thought it was leaking!) and it is working quite well.
So that is my first few days of being a mother, folks. I don’t mean to be bitter about breasts: they are actually producing lots of milk. It’s just a tough journey to get everything to work as it should, and like most things in life, I just have to do what works.
I’ll leave you with a special smile. It’s like he knows something I don’t: a wisdom beyond his years. I wish you could share that secret with me, Nicholas
Mommy ToBe says
What a cutie! Again, congratulations!
My understanding from so many new moms is that breast feeding is THE number one challenge and issue that they face when bringing a newborn home. I hope it gets better!! I’m so glad your mom is there to help you!
Miroslava says
He’s adorable Heather! OH my! Well done!! Man, are you writing your story or mine? Mine is very similar and you will read about it soon enough. On day 4 I lost as well. Hahaha. Now I can laugh at it, but that day I was depressed as hell and thought I’ll end up suffering post-natal depression from it if I don’t pick myself up. I’m still knackered as hell but at least I know, I have great help during the day and at night for the first week until I am a bit more confident, the night nurse who wakes me up for Fer’s feeding and takes care of the rest. It is a relief I must say. I had to stop pumping, have to figure when to pump and how often. He seems to be wanting to feed exactly at that time I schedule to pump. So he gets the boob instead. I want to make some storage to get some sleep at night, but I guess that is not happening anytime soon. Hang in there girl! I feel for you and totally get you. xxxxxx
heatherss says
Miroslava, it is so amazing to have a fellow traveller on this path who had a baby on the same day as me. I am so glad you have help with the nurse and all, that sounds like an excellent idea.
I did try today to pump on the one side and feed Nicholas on the other – it is possible but you can do NOTHING else. This whole thing is very emotionally exhausting.
BW says
A huge huge congrats on the birth of Nic! He is just beautiful. So sorry that you’ve been struggling a bit – just remember that you need to do whatever works for you… there are no hard and fast rules. It sounds like you are doing an amazing job so far. Hang in there! xxxx
adesolaf says
Cute picture of your baby!!! Yes he knows something you don’t. Probably thinking “mummy relax, I am doing just fine”
heatherss says
Thanks, I needed that!
Lindi Kriel says
Just hang in there. You will find your own rythm soon enough. I also pumped the early days but eventually went over to BF with the nipple shield because I am too lazy to wash the bottles. All the best, it does get better!!!!
Nisha says
Ah! You had the baby–congrats mama, he’s beautiful!!
And you know how many problems I had breastfeeding and eventually we made it work. Hang in there–I promise it gets easier. And if you ever need to talk about it, I’m here. Support is SO important when breastfeeding.
heatherss says
Thanks Nisha – – I remember, I read your posts. It really helps to know there’s someone else out there who had similar struggles.
Mud Hut Mama says
I’m here from lfca. Congratulations on your beautiful boy! I loved this post. I remember those days so well (even three years later) and your analogy to walking around with a billion dollars is exactly how I felt. I thought feeding would be easy and was never able to get my first to latch. You are already ahead of where I was – but I feel for you. It’s so frustrating that yet another thing that we think is supposed to happen naturally doesn’t always turn out that way. The beginning is hard but it does get easier and you will sleep again. He’s so cute – so happy for you.
Brittany says
Oh MAN!! What a cutie!!! Sorry I’m late to the game on this, but he is so stinking adorable! Congratulations on your BEAUTIFUL baby boy!!
Erin says
Hi, here from PAIL. I, too remember the first days of learning to breastfeed. My nipples were a mess and I was so frustrated. Fortunately we had a great lactation consultant who was able to help us out and now have a happy, exclusively breast-fed 5 month old! Nicholas is adorable!
heatherss says
Thanks Erin that gives me hope!
Julie Anita says
Visiting from PAIL 🙂
Just your description of this post alone (“How infertility makes us see motherhood with rose coloured glasses ? and the harsh reality of what suddenly giving birth really means”) hooked me. Yes, yes and YES. For my part, there was another layer, too– the pressure of feeling like I had to “perform” and be the “Best Mom Ever!” because I’d worked so hard, and complained so much, and cried so often when trying to get pregnant. Accidentally knocked up ahead of schedule and then unsure and overwhelmed when the baby arrives (or in my case, two babies), sure, understandable– but I’d been trying and praying and researching and on top of that, I have a Master’s in Early Childhood– if I didn’t know what I was getting into, no one ever would! I think the hardest part of that first week for me was just feeling like I wasn’t allowed (of my own accord, admittedly) to lie back, take a deep breath, and admit that I was scared shitless.
heatherss says
Julie, you have totally hit the nail on the head. Thank you. You are right we do place ourselves under too much pressure. I don’t think any kind of theory ( your masters or my teacher training) prepares us for this. Good luck with your twins, you sure have your own challenges as well!
Josey says
You are so right that every mother has her own set of challenges in the beginning (did I say beginning? I meant forevermore!). The important thing is to be able to take a step back, keep your sense of humor, and maybe (occasionally) take a step outside, let yourself get red-faced, and scream a little, just like your kid. Kidding… kind of. 🙂 Try not to get frustrated – it WILL get easier, no matter what you are struggling with.
Congrats Mama!!!
Nikus says
I love the pic of the two of you sleeping! I think everyone needs at least one of those! Congrats and well done Mama! Breastfeeding is hard and takes a lot of effort. Don’t give up and shoot me an email if you need to vent or ask questions. I also have a really good book called “The Nursing Mother’s Companion” and it is a God-send. Covers everything. Talk soon!
Heather says
Thanks Nikus.
Amy says
CONGRATS!!! So sweet, very happy for you!! Feeling your [nipple] pain, too!