Friday, August 10, 2012

home, sweet home

This is a baby-related post. Please feel free to skip if you are not comfortable reading.

Well, I'm alive. Joey is alive. Danica is alive. And yes, our little girl is still alive. We're nearing the end of our first week with K at home, and everyone is still relatively in one piece. We've gotten (a little) sleep, the house doesn't look like a complete disaster area (yet), and I have still managed to shower every day.

It hasn't been easy, and part of me feels guilty to admit that after everything we went through to get K. We're trying to get adjusted to having a baby at home - including Danica. We're also trying to adjust to our new sleep schedule. Meanwhile, K is also trying to adjust to life outside of the NICU. Everything is different for her: the lights, the sounds, the surroundings, and the air. But, overall, everyone is holding it together. We took her to her first pediatrician's appointment on Wednesday morning, and everything looked great. She's up to 7 lbs. 10 oz. and is now 21 inches long. She is currently on high-calorie formula as they would like her to gain more weight to "catch up" to other babies her age over the next several weeks. The downfall of this is that it makes her gassy, which makes her extremely irritable.

Some of you are probably wondering how Danica is taking this transition. Well, you might remember that I was worried months back about her becoming jealous over the addition of a baby to the house. Apparently, what I should have been worried about was her loving the baby TOO much. She's obsessed. She follows her everywhere, cries when she cries, and tries to lick her all over (presumably because she's trying to make her feel better). I'm sure she'll get used to her eventually, but for now, I think she views K as a puppy she needs to take care of. Too bad she doesn't have thumbs and can't change diapers!

I also know that many of you are wondering how we are doing with this transition, as well. I promise there's a post in the works for that. But right now, the baby is sleeping and I'm SUPPOSED to sleep when that happens. So that's what I'm going to (try to) do. Wish me luck.

11 comments:

Marianne said...

The first 6 weeks were so much harder than I ever imagined. Hang in there. And you are absolutely allowed to complain!!!!! Good luck and hang in there!

AnotherDreamer said...

Adjusting at home can be hard, and getting sleep even harder. But it sounds like you're doing great :) I'm so glad she's doing well and home with you now! Be kind to yourself, take turns when you need to, and enjoy the moment. I am so happy for you all.

Arlyne said...

So happy things are going as they should be! :) too cute that Danica loves her baby sister!! xoxoxo

It Is What It Is said...

So glad to hear that all is well and coming along as it should.

Dawn said...

The adjustment at home is the hardest. I had a few days where I just wanted my old life back. You'll find your groove soon. Just try to rest as much as you can!

Jen said...

I think that is so sweet that Danica is so attentive rather than jealous of K!!! She's the big sister :)
Nice work showering every day!!

Stefanie Blakely said...

DO NOT feel guilty for saying that the transition isn't easy-- it ISN'T, no matter how easy or tough it was to have your baby. Hang in there!!

Jem said...

Wishing u the best!

Alex said...

So glad to hear you're home and everybody is adjusting! Just because it took you a long time to get here and you're appreciative as all hell, doesn't mean that this part isn't super hard. It's awfully hard! Don't feel bad about complaining or realizing that this newborn thing is crazy difficult. Hang in there!

someday-soon said...

Good for you for getting a shower every day...that's better than I did during that 1st month at home =) Hope things get more settled day by day! It's so cute that Danica is worried about her and wants to take care of her. They will be the best of friends one day soon.

Rebecca said...

So glad to hear all is pretty OK!

It definitely isn't easy. And, yeah, it's hard to admit that sometimes when I feel like I should be grateful for every moment -- and I totally am. But, I'm also really, really tired...

I had a dog like that when I was a baby -- his name was Bubbie and he apparently used to follow me all over the place and stand next to my crib to let my parents know when I was crying. I barely remember her but still feel wistful at the bond!!