RCH Nights

Well, hello from my semi-private bunk at RCH! I am pleased to be composing my first blog post since birthing my little boy, Jordan. My last post seems rather like a laugh in my face by Fate, wouldn't you say? (That oughtta learn me!)

When we found ourselves on the way to the hospital it was a bit of a shock, but now that all is said and done I am happy and wouldn't have it any other way. Okay, so you know all that; Chris has been great about keeping you all in the loop. He's taking a break from blogging today to watch the 'Canes v. Pens with Jordy--father and son's first playoffs game together... Yes,I have a picture! Chris theorises that you want to hear from me about my adventure thus far. I am doing great! Really, all the medical staff that looks me over says so. I am healing well and feeling well. Pain is minimal, restricted to the odd twinge when I rise from a sitting or lying position. I am walking around, it's not always pretty, especially when I am moving more than a few feet, but I am up and about. My days consist of medical assessments on myself as well as The Little Dumer and learning all about infant behaviour, usually the hard way and directly from my son who has kindly refrained from speaking the word "Rookie" to me in a disdainful manner. He was, as his Nanny says, a perfect little angel on night no. 1, but night no. 2 (the night I told Daddy I could do without him (of course,) was a rough ride. We are having troubles with breast feeding and I spent most of the night trying to soothe a hungry baby. Exhaustion drove me to beg for some formula around 4 am, which one of the nurses helped me to cup-feed to the poor starving, kiddo. I eked out about 2 hours of sleep from that and resolved myself to a fresh start in the morning when the three of us went to a new baby care class here at RCH. We are glad we went and have renewed confidence and determination. As Chris pointed out, babies are "sophisticated survival machines" and, though it may not come easily and immediately, when a newborn is offered food it will eventually figure out how not to starve. My husband is, as ever, good for my self-esteem with his knack for perspective and genuine desire to see me happy, I am thankful he is on this journey with me. I'm mildly jealous, as he is already proving himself to be a great Dad. He is, needless to say, staying with us for night no. 3, likely our last night in hospital. The staff here is very supportive and I think RCH is a good facility as hospitals go, but I do look forward to going home and becoming a family there.... Just one more night!