Fumbling towards ecstasy
Not that you could ever get tired of seeing photos of me in all my bedridden glory, but it's finally time to give the (very patient) Internet a quick update on life in the Frema-Useless Clutter household.
First of all, thank you all so much for the wonderful comments you've left here these last few days. As you know, it took a little bit of coaxing for my firstborn daughter to enter the world, and it wasn't until Thursday night that Luke, Kara, and I came home from the hospital. I finally had a chance to read through them yesterday, and it truly warmed my heart to see how happy everyone is for my newly expanded family.
We're doing OK. This whole week has been one big rollercoaster of emotions, thanks to my first bout with major surgery, sleep deprivation, breastfeeding snags, and postpartum hormones. Luckily, we've had access to a wonderful medical team and an electric breast pump, though Luke and I are spending one hour out of every two preparing bottles, entertaining Kara to keep her awake long enough to eat, and sneaking in a bit of sleep ourselves.
(By the way, say hello to Ameda, my new BFF. She's a bit of a loudmouth but overall quite respectful of my nipples. Definitely a plus with any girlfriend.)
(Also, please no assvice, well-meaning or not, about our decision to supplement, unless you're our pediatrician, in which case, we got our first dirty diaper last night since Wednesday, thank you so much for all the time you spent with me on the phone yesterday.)
Some of the highlights of my week--the good, the bad, and the ugly--in bullet form. You're smart enough to discern which is which.
- Enjoying a final dinner out on Sunday to bid farewell to our carefree, DINKy lives
- Thinking about the next morning's induction later that night
- Learning that my sister Samantha and Molly would be with Luke and me at the hospital
- Deciding to get the epidural. I went comfortably without for a good five hours, but hot damn, did I need that epidural
- Being told about my likeliness for a c-section
- Sobbing uncontrollably when the doctors pulled the baby out and I heard her cry
- Feeling her skin on mine and watching her face when she nursed for the first time
- Eating lunch on Tuesday after thirty hours of nothing but ice chips and Lifesavers
- Devouring seventy billion strawberry shakes courtesy of the hospital's all-hours room service, which made the best deli sandwiches I've ever had
- Trying to pee after my catheter was removed
- Learning that all of Kara's meconium had passed by Wednesday afternoon (warning: there's a picture of it on that link)
- Spending seven hours on Wednesday night trying to console a very hungry daughter with my breasts and having her repeatedly spit me out before tearfully deciding to supplement with formula
- Spending the following five hours unable to calm myself to the point where I almost couldn't breathe
- Allowing a lactation consultant to aggressively jam a handful of my boob into the baby's mouth
- Seeing Kara in her coming-home outfit
- Coming home
- Luke's changing diaper after diaper with no hint of poop
- Taking my first shower, which didn't go down until Friday morning
- WEARING NON-PREGNANT SHIRTS, OH MY GOD
- Coughing, laughing, sneezing
- Snuggling my baby in my mother's rocking chair
- Having Kara spit me out again and again late Friday night and feeling in my heart that the decrease in her wet and dirty diaper count was due to my inability to properly latch her on
- Frantically trying to work the breast pump while Luke fed Kara formula
- Mastering the pump later that morning
- Talking to our pediatrician on Saturday afternoon and not remembering what day it was
- Hearing Luke cry "Good girl!" upon finding that magical poop Saturday night
- Watching my husband in action with the baby we made together and seeing him take such good care of me
- Knowing we'd all be OK in the end
Right now, I'm in a good place, taking things one day at a time and trying not to get too ahead of myself in terms of goal setting. Kara is thriving. Kara is beautiful. Kara is so wonderful she makes my heart hurt with love. That's all that matters.
That and baby pictures.




She is beautiful and I love the chub cheeks! Can't wait to hold her!
Love AD
Posted by: AD | December 28, 2007 at 09:39 AM
Kara is adorable and I'm glad the pump is working out for you.
Posted by: Steph T. | December 28, 2007 at 10:59 AM
I'm so behind on my reading! Welcome home to all of you... and look at all that hair! She's beautiful.
My BIL's wife nurses and pumps and it works for her. So I say, whatever works for you is best for you and the baby.
Posted by: Elizabeth | January 02, 2008 at 01:00 AM