So I haven’t been blogging like I said/thought I would. I have a pretty good reason though.
Garrett Mark Jordan was born July 19, 2012 at 4:02 pm. One full month before his due date. He was 6 lbs and 19.5 inches long. A complete surprise to both mommy and daddy that he would come this early, but he’s already made it known that he’s going to do things on HIS terms and nobody else’s. We are so head over heels in love with this little boy. But things haven’t exactly been easy.
I’ll write another post on his actual birth story (probably password protect for those that are not interested in the intricate details of childbirth, but I’ll publicly post that password for those that are interested.) His birth itself was intense and scary and wonderful and not what I expected at all in so many ways. I’ll get to that, but for now I’ll summarize what’s been going on since we got home since that’s what’s weighing on my mind tonight.
As I said, Garrett was born 5 weeks early. For being so early, he was fairly healthy. We had to monitor his blood sugar pretty closely at first, but that cleared up quickly and easily with a few supplements of formula. (If only that was all the formula he needed…. more on that in a bit.) However, then he lost a bit more weight than they would have liked and his bilirubin levels were higher than they would have liked. So we stayed in the hospital for 2 extra days and it looked like things were right on track.
But they weren’t. We’ve been in and out of the pediatrician’s so many times since we brought him home. I don’t think I’ve had more than 3 days without being in there. He lost more weight, and they told me to pump after every feeding and give him more breastmilk in a bottle to top him off. Gotcha. Done. Danny’s mom was with us for 10 days and together her and I got him to gain an ounce a day for four days, bringing him up to 5 lbs 11 oz. (He went down to 5 lbs 7 oz in the hospital, back up to 5 lbs 9 oz when we left, but down to 5 lbs 7 oz again once we went back to the doctor’s for a weight check). His bilirubin levels were still high-ish but not a problem. It looked great for awhile, but then after subsequent weight and bilirubin checks, things haven’t progressed as well since then. His jaundice is coming down and his weight is going up… just SO SLOWLY.
The current plan of action is to feed him formula. Which I loathe. I have perfectly good breastmilk RIGHT HERE and I have to give my kid FORMULA?! *sigh* After a brief ugly cry in the doctor’s office, they did decide to let me alternate nursing and bottle feeding. Which made me somewhat happy, but stilll. Ugh. Formula. It’s a great option for many families… some people just can’t breastfeed. But my boobies are working fine! (We hope. Small chance that my breastmilk, for whatever reason, isn’t containing enough calories.) Our current diagnosis is that his jaundice (still at an 11.something) is preventing him from growing properly. The formula should help that go away, and then he’ll start GROWING on just mommy’s milk. We hope hope hope. Other things to rule out are metabolic issues, etc. with Garrett. But it’s more than likely this yucky jaundice. He had so many risk factors for it, it was almost inevitable that he’d have problems. (Family history – I had it as a baby. Bruising at birth. Prematurity. Breastfed.)
Needless today, I was in a pretty foul mood most of the day yesterday. (When I started writing this post. It takes awhile when you’ve got a baby to care for!) I’ve cried a lot since he was born (mostly happy, hormonal tears) but yesterday was the worst. I vowed that today would just be about resting and baby snuggles. I did put baby laundry away, but aside from that.. just rest. Feels good.