You make me happier than words could ever say
Now king, queen and baby of Second Avenue
I have everything I ever wanted and it’s all thanks to you
My wish for our family:
Friendship, joy and romance indefinitely
Your grandparents absolutely love to see you and adore playing with you. You are interacting with the people around you so much. You are such a joy to share our life with.
You love it when we hold you up so you can stand. You are so strong and put all your weight on your feet. You are practically standing on your own, we’re simply holding you up.
You are only drinking formula now and are starting to sleep through. I’m feeling less like a zombie and think our life might be reaching a kind of ‘normal’ where one can expect to sleep for five hours straight and be able to manage the next day on that amount of sleep. I feel bad that you’re not breastfeeding anymore, but you’re a much happier little boy on formula because you are getting a good amount of sleep and wake up rested and smiling.
You have discovered your top lip. It is the funniest to watch you try suck it.
This month you are drooling quite excessively and we can see your gums are annoyingly itchy. You haven’t cut any teeth yet but we think you might reach your milestones quickly. You are our little genius.
Your family adores you. There is not a baby that has come into this world so loved. We love you so much!Find the first 2 months’ post here.
You are such a beautiful little baby. Your dad and I can’t stop staring at you in awe of how perfect you are. Lily and Poppy often go into your room to check on you in your cot and take turns to sleep in front of it. This entire month I’m very sore from surgery and am so grateful your daddy’s home for the first two weeks of your life. Sleep deprivation is killer. We are so glad that we scheduled a newborn photo shoot (Part 1 & Part 2) for you or we would have not taken such good professional photos of you and would not have had pictures of just how beautiful and small you are.
I’m getting the hang of nappy changes and am less afraid to bath and dress you.
You surprise us with gummy smiles that melt our hearts.
You sleep through your first Christmas and New Year, understandably as you are still a very young baby. I opened your Christmas presents for you and you loved to play with the wrapping paper.
Here’s the rest of Odin’s newborn photos. I’m so glad we had these taken. I love looking back at what a beautiful newborn this baby of ours was. He’s grown and changed so much since then.
When our little boy was just five days old, Jacqui from Joli Jacqueline Photography came to our house to take his newborn photos. We got pictures of the little dude with his grandparents, parents and even his canine sisters, Lily and Poppy. We’re so pleased with the outcome. My favorite is the very last picture, but which other ones do we print?
Saturday night. Hubby and I stay in, watch TV and have spicy left over food for supper. My tummy starts aching, but I think nothing of it. Perhaps some of the leftovers had gone off slightly. That night while sleeping, I keep waking up with mild tummy cramps but dose off easily again. Suddenly at five a.m. I wake up needing to use the toilet and I realize my water broke while I was asleep. Upon my returning to bed, hubby wake up and I tell him that I think our little guy is coming today. He responds with “Oh yeah?! It’s so awesome!”
We cuddle in the hope of getting another hour or two of sleep. I open a contraction timer app on my iPhone and I try to decipher how far along we are.
Contractions are eight minutes apart. I feel fine and decide to close my eyes for a while. Within the next hour contractions get more uncomfortable and I wake hubby and ask him to get dressed and ready to leave. I tell him that the contractions are now seven minutes apart. I can see he is so excited. He gets to meet his boy today! We are beside ourselves, I mean, we’re having a baby! I phone my mum and he phones his family with the news that we’re heading to the hospital.
Today is the day after our due date. It’s a slightly overcast Sunday morning and the only car on the road is ours. It is such a gentle calm ride. As I stare out the window I mention to hubby that whenever we see purple Jacarandas again, it will remind us of the time of our little one’s birth. It is a beautiful day to come into the world.
We arrive at Netcare’s Park Lane Clinic and get set up in the labor ward pretty quickly. The nurses are so very friendly and although this is a scary new experience for me, I feel safe and at ease that we are in good hands.
It’s still early in the day and our obgyn has come in to see us. I’m only 3 cm dilated. For our little one to be born naturally, my cervix will have to dilate to 10 cm. I’m told that the way it works, is that one would dilate 1 cm every hour, so we’ll see our little one at about six o’clock. Hubby and I play cards and it’s almost like we’re having a little family picnic in the hospital. After I kick hubby’s butt at rummy we go for a few strolls. Eventually, contractions start to get really damn sore and we ask the nurse to contact the anesthetist for an epidural. At the same time we also get an IV put up. (Man, I hate needles!?)
The epidural worked straight away. On my right side. My left side was not completely numb. Contractions were less intense, but it was still pretty sore. In the mean time the anesthetist got me to lie on my left side in the hope that the epidural would start to work on both sides of my lower body.
It’s now after three in the afternoon and my mom shows up unexpectedly. She is so excited to see her first gran-baby, and I reckon, you can’t not jump in the car and come to the hospital when your own baby’s having a baby. I’m really glad to see her.
The nurse checks our progress and lets us know that we are still dilated only 3 cm. She hints that the obgyn might want to do a c-section so I must not feel alarmed when the obgyn lets us know this.
Our obgyn comes to check on our progress. Her exact words were: “Oh god!?” While shaking her head vigorously says: “This isn’t happening.” I remember thinking to myself “Geez lady, you can be glad I like you or I would’ve thought that to be poor bedside manner”. She says we’ll be having a c-section and she’ll see us in theater really soon.
The anesthetist comes in to let me know to stop eating and drinking and that he’ll re-insert the epidural once we’re in theater. He says we’ll see our baby in less than 45 minutes.
My mom wishes us the best of luck and goes to wait in the recovery room. I’m wheeled off to theater and hubby heads to the daddy lounge to change into scrubs.
The same nurse that’s been helping me through the day is with me when I’m wheeled into theater. She helps me sit up and help me keep my upper body in the right position for the epidural to be re-administered.
I lay back down and I can feel that my legs are heavy. It actually feels like an elephant is sitting on them. I’m told that that is what disabled people feel like every day. (How sad?)
There is a radio playing loudly and the obgyn steps into view on my right hand side. Another surgeon stands opposite her in what I can only assume is someone that will assist her. I start to panic and ask where my husband is. I’m really scared that they take our little dude out before hubby is present. I don’t want him to miss our baby’s birth.
The obgyn and fellow surgeon is pushing and pulling on my stomach like crazy. I thought I was going to fall off the operating table. I finally see hubby enter the theater in dark blue scrubs (hubba-hubba-hubby) and immediately relax. A minute pass and the anesthetist tells hubby to get the camera ready and next thing he says to me is “Look mommy, there is your baby”.
17:43 p.m. Seeing our little guy took my breath away and tears roll down my face as he gives us his first loud
scream cry. He certainly has a healthy set of lungs.
Baby gets weighed, measured and tested while I get stitched up. The pediatrician brings baby all wrapped up to lie on my chest, only a few cm away from my face and I whisper, “Happy birthday my little man”. I keep trying to see what he looks like but the tears are proving this an impossible task.
I’m lifted from the operating table onto a more comfy bigger bed. Baby’s put into my arms and we’re wheeled into the recovery room. A nurse and the pediatrician immediately help me breastfeed. The new grannies and granddaddies are also there and get a glimpse of their minutes new little grandson.
Baby gets dressed and after a little while in the recovery room, we’re wheeled to the maternity ward where we spend the next three nights. With the little one in my arms, I’m smitten. Hubby and I keep looking at him, just staring at this perfect being that we get to look after.
We call him Odin Walter. He weighs 3.67 kg and is 54 cm long. He is a healthy little baby boy with the hairiest little upper arms and longest little fingers and toes. We feel so blessed.
Life with a small baby can be hard. Nothing will ever prepare you for this kind of sleep deprivation. Luckily for Odie, he is quite cute. Else we might have taken him back to the hospital and requested a refund (Really, I’m just kidding) as he must be broken. I mean, the boy hardly sleeps.