The little one arrived just after 2:00 pm. He wasn't breathing well and was covered in vernix.
He has struggled with nursing from the start. Which is all new territory to me. He lost enough weight and could not keep up his temp that we ended up in the hospital within his first week. It was a bit traumatizing. But, the hospital we were at was amazing. Everyone was so wonderful to us. We were treated amazingly. I have a previous experience with a Children's Hospital that was downright horrible. But, any concerns were elevated immediately. They made sure to not only care for my boy, but they made sure I had plenty to eat and plenty of water. They brought me sterilized bottles and nipples since I have had to pump. It help so much because I have never had to pump before. I have never had to see my baby not eat. I have never had to deal with all these emotions that I am dealing with.
I have moments where I feel like we are bonding enough. I feel so sad that this pregnancy cut my nursing relationship short with my only girl. I was hoping with this new arrival that I would be tandem nursing to ease any engorgement. I pictured us all snuggled in bed together. Instead, I am still working to keep up my supply. Ocean is still struggling to gain weight.
But, I am trying to shake those moments off. I am striving to enjoy the few moments here and there, when he actually latches on...even if it's only with a nipple shield. I am enjoying just having my little girl snuggled up next to us on the couch. You know the couch that has turned into my bed. Because I have to get up so often at night to feed him and rinse out the pumping stuff and grab a new bottle....and do all these things I didn't before. I am trying to look forward to when we will just get to lay down in bed and snuggle. Where night time is when I tuck my arm around my baby and let him nurse when he wants. I know it will happen. I just know it will happen.