|Gavin's birth day|
Gavin is one week old today. I can't wrap my head around it. Maybe because he was rushed to Children's so quickly after birth, maybe because we didn't get the bonding time that you normally get with your newborn, or maybe because so much has happened in this week? It's probably a combination of these things, but I don't feel like a week has gone by since he was born.
We tried nursing today and it went ok, just not as well as I wanted it to go. He latched a few times which was great, but he didn't stay latched long. I felt awkward trying to hold him- I didn't want to hurt his incisions, I was worried about all the cords still attached to him, and I kept looking up at the oxygen levels on his monitor. Then the nurse told me he didn't have a wet diaper in the couple of hours after nursing so of course, I worried he didn't get enough milk.
I think everything is starting to catch up to me, physically and emotionally. I have been in a sort of survival mode and now that Gavin is out of danger the physical stress of not resting or recovering after his birth and the emotional stresses we have been through are all coming to the surface.
I am just so thankful that these are the things I am dealing with when I know this could have been much, much worse.