For all my worry about going from 2 to 3 kids, the transition has been pretty uneventful so far. I really thought that Syd would have a hard time not being the baby anymore, but she's totally embraced the Big Girl/Big Sister role. In fact, thanks to my mom, she was totally potty-trained before we got home from the hospital! And the last three nights have been diaper free as well. I guess she meant it when she said she'd do it after Baby Waldo was born :) Syd loves "Baby Jeffrey" (seriously, this poor kid will never know what her real name is), and is constantly wanting to touch her, hold her, or know what she's doing. Eli is a bit less "emotive" but definitely likes her. He mostly wants her to lay with him while he watches TV and likes to catch her when she's awake.
Avery is, knock on wood, such an easy baby. She pretty much eats and sleeps and poops. She has a strong, loud cry but once she snuggles into your neck she's golden. She's starting to have more awake times, including a lovely stretch of about an hour first thing in the morning. We put her in her bouncy seat on the dining room table and everyone gets to goo-goo-ga-ga over her while we eat our breakfast.
I was really worried about my recovery, since Sydney's was so rough, but this one has been, by far, the easiest yet. I was up and around my second day in the hospital. By day three when they put Avery in the NICU, I was able to walk from my room, to the elevators, and then to the NICU without any problems. I've only taken a few of the "good" pills and really could have lived without them. Seriously, at this point I feel almost back to normal. I'm convinced that the universe knew that with everything else, I was going to need the extra emotional energy and so it threw me an easy pitch. That and I think my surgeon and anesthesiologist were awesome.
I am noticing that while I'm not so nervous with Avery, I am more cautious. This is the first kid that I diligently swaddle at night, and that wears a hat every day. I'm mindful of how many diapers she's had and how much she's eating, and I'm more careful about noticing her temperature.
I know that 7 lbs isn't small, but when I compare her to my 9lb Eli and my 10lb Sydney, she seems so dainty. She's practically swimming in the few newborn clothes that we bought for her. So my mission this weekend is to stock up on more teeny clothes. Tough life, I know. But I figure she's still got about 2 lbs before she'll outgrow those, so its money well spent.
I think her size, coupled with all the concerns in the hospital, has reminded me that she is so little and vulnerable. Which, of course, means that this will be the kid with the record for most broken bones/bruises/flying leaps from trees. We almost named her "Avery Danger" and she may live up to that nickname.
Avery is, knock on wood, such an easy baby. She pretty much eats and sleeps and poops. She has a strong, loud cry but once she snuggles into your neck she's golden. She's starting to have more awake times, including a lovely stretch of about an hour first thing in the morning. We put her in her bouncy seat on the dining room table and everyone gets to goo-goo-ga-ga over her while we eat our breakfast.
I was really worried about my recovery, since Sydney's was so rough, but this one has been, by far, the easiest yet. I was up and around my second day in the hospital. By day three when they put Avery in the NICU, I was able to walk from my room, to the elevators, and then to the NICU without any problems. I've only taken a few of the "good" pills and really could have lived without them. Seriously, at this point I feel almost back to normal. I'm convinced that the universe knew that with everything else, I was going to need the extra emotional energy and so it threw me an easy pitch. That and I think my surgeon and anesthesiologist were awesome.
I am noticing that while I'm not so nervous with Avery, I am more cautious. This is the first kid that I diligently swaddle at night, and that wears a hat every day. I'm mindful of how many diapers she's had and how much she's eating, and I'm more careful about noticing her temperature.
I know that 7 lbs isn't small, but when I compare her to my 9lb Eli and my 10lb Sydney, she seems so dainty. She's practically swimming in the few newborn clothes that we bought for her. So my mission this weekend is to stock up on more teeny clothes. Tough life, I know. But I figure she's still got about 2 lbs before she'll outgrow those, so its money well spent.
I think her size, coupled with all the concerns in the hospital, has reminded me that she is so little and vulnerable. Which, of course, means that this will be the kid with the record for most broken bones/bruises/flying leaps from trees. We almost named her "Avery Danger" and she may live up to that nickname.
Total sweetness. Miss you!
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ReplyDeleteWhat a cutiepie! Sounds like things are going well!
ReplyDeleteSo precious! Syd reminds me of L when Hannah came home, and it is almost two years and they are seriously the best of friends. What a recovery! Keep that on the down low or you will give first time c-sectioners false hope.
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to meet her!
ReplyDeleteWaldo... Jeffrey... Avery Danger... so many fun nicknames to choose from! She is so beautiful! And I'm glad to hear you had a easy recovery!
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