Throwing a new person into the mix is never super easy. We wouldn't trade it for anything. But it has been an exhausting, interesting first 3 months. I think for time, I will stick more to the Cliff's Notes of our new normal.
The first two weeks after we brought Remy home is kind of a medicated blur. I had more difficulty healing and bouncing back after this c-section than the previous two. Stu had to return to work pretty much right away, so my mom came up daily to help out.
We spent a lot of time just snuggling our new baby.
We have a beautiful baby cradle. I used it for Reagan and Riley. I think I slept in it as a baby. Naturally, I expected to use it for Remy too. It had been next to my bed for nearly a month. Then we got home, put him in it, and I realized that I could not bend down to pick him up. *insert sad mommy face* Oh well. Our pack-and-play had a bassinet attachment, so we used that.
I like order, but I am not obsessed with it. I can easily go with the flow and have the schedule be loosely arranged. The older Stu kids were easy nappers and slept pretty good at night. Remy, our newest baby, is not like his sister and brother. He seems to thrive on routine.
I know now that Remy does not really love to nap. He will take a few catnaps here and there (usually only while he's being held) and one fairly lengthy nap in the afternoon. The older kids would just fall asleep if they were tired, I never gave much thought to scheduled naps. But he is different. He likes to be held and rocked to sleep.
I can get over the high maintenance behavior of the day because he is an angel at night. Most of the time.
It's difficult to live with a newborn. It's like moving in with a complete stranger. Together you are figuring each other out... while battling other stresses like sleep deprivation, hunger, sore body, jealous older siblings, unsolicited advice, etc.
Remy and I are finally understanding each other. It only took nearly 10 weeks. (insert exhausted eye roll) Luckily for me, I have a few amazing friends with newish babies to bounce ideas off of, to complain to, to ask for help from. Moms need a tribe - but that's a completely different post.
Before we get into bringing Remy home, we have to finish up the hospital stay.
Last time I shared with you the horror of my second day/night. It was not fun.
My last full day in the hospital was a Saturday. I was actually happy to be staying another night... with all the pain and difficulty moving around, it was nice to have the assistance of nurses. My Mom spent the night with me, so Stu could take the big kids home and get a full night of sleep.
Party of Five
Remington was born around lunchtime. Stu and I talked (well, mostly it was me talking) extensively about how we wanted our hospital time to go. 11 years ago, when I was about to give birth to Reagan, I did not give any thought to how many visitors I wanted (or didn't want). As a first time Mom, I had no idea what the delivery and recovery would be like. And because of my lack of foresight, a LOT of people came to the hospital to meet our princess. I don't think my door ever closed.
This time, I knew I wanted to keep it relatively private. So I only told family when we scheduled the delivery date. And I gave a few very close friends the heads up the day before. I'm glad I did this, my hospital time was rough. More on that in a few minutes.
As I said in the final pregnancy update post, we made it to the morning of week 39. This was the day we had scheduled the c-section way back in November. I'm just surprised we actually made it to the planned day.
We spent a nice last night together as a family of four. The morning was exciting. I don't totally remember the events at the house. I know we needed to get the kids up and dressed. We fed them a little something (although I made my husband handle the food since I was fasting). We put all of our hospital stuff in the car. The kids grabbed their bags for Grammie's house. And we climbed in and drove south.
My mom met us in the hospital parking lot and took the kids. They were going to stay with her for most of my hospital stay. There was a flurry of excitement, love and a little bit of apprehension (you know, fear of the unknown).
As you know from the last update, we ended the 36th week in OB Triage at the hospital. A part of me was ready for the baby, but most of me is glad he stayed in.
No joke, these were probably the most chaotic and busiest weeks of this pregnancy (maybe the entire year).
34 Weeks Pregnant
Week 34 started out like most, with a trip to the doctor. I went to see the high risk OBGYN, had an ultrasound, had an NST, and a meeting with my diabetic counselor. Stu and the kids came with me for the ultrasound, but they took off after. It was going to be a long morning.
Everyone was super excited to see the baby. Ultrasounds are so much fun. Reagan and Riley have LOVED being able to check in on their growing brother. This one was especially excellent since the baby looks much more like a human. According to the tech and doc, the baby was about 5.5 pounds (give or take half a pound).
We are rounding the corner, heading toward the finish line. And, as I expected, we have come across some speed bumps.
It seems my body does pretty well (relatively speaking) in the first two trimesters. Then I get to the third trimester, and it says "Meh, I don't really love this anymore."
31 Weeks Pregnant
Let me back up a bit. At my 27th week, my OB ordered my glucose test. No surprise there. Every pregnant woman experiencing this test with varying degrees of disgust. I was diet-controlled diabetic with both Reagan and Riley, so I was absolutely mentally prepared to fail the test. But much to my shock, I was told I passed. I said "Really? Are you sure?" Doc said, "Yes. Whatever kind of studying you have done has paid off. You passed the test."
Then some strange things started happening. I was getting these horrible dizzy spells. I was sweaty and nauseous. Twice at church, I nearly passed out. A doc friend at church told me she thought I needed to retake the glucose test. And sure enough, my perinatologist thought the same. And she reordered the sugary nightmare during my 31st week.
Well, here we are... 36 weeks and 4 days prego. I am actually a little in awe that Baby 3 has held out this long. Riley was born at 34 weeks and 5 days, so I was a tad worried we would find ourselves in the NICU again. Along the way, I have had mini-goals for this pregnancy:
I do still have a few more mini-goals. The most important to me is that Baby does not mess up Riley's birthday next week. Poor kid, he's already not getting to hang with friends (cause Mommy is a ticking time bomb and exhausted), I really don't want him to have to share a birthday, and I don't want to be in the hospital on his birthday. But clearly, we are at the mercy of the baby.
I have been thinking about what to write about for a while now. I knew I wanted to share some of my favorite baby items and must-haves, but I wasn't sure how I wanted to present them. As a soon-to-be Mom of 3, I know a thing or two about what you need for baby and what is just a waste of money and/or space. Lucky for me, my daughter is obsessed with making videos AND with anything related to her baby brother.
Reagan was more than happy to go on camera and take you through my hospital bag and the baby's diaper bag.
First, let's go through my bag.
My oldest child, Reagan, is 11, Riley is 9 and Remy was born in January 2019. Everyday is a crazy day in the life of the Stus!