1. change his 6 dirty diapers
2. Lul him back to sleep for 20 minutes after the high pitched screaming and shaking from having a dirty diaper and having to endure having it changed
3. the squeaking and squawking before he finally settles back down and goes to sleep
4. the countless reswaddling required to keep him from sqeaking and squawking after he kicks all his blankets off
5. the getting hit in the face requiring change of clothes for you and baby by projectile poo
6. changing night shirts again for up the back monkey pooing time, twice
Those crafty nurses would just wheel him in and say, "he's ready to eat!" and we'd feed him and send him on his way...not knowing that almost all of the time was filled with other things and that very little of that was sleep. Yeah, no wonder the doctors kept asking us if we "really WANTED to go home..." but we were too naive and excited to sleep in the same bed again and for Pete to have a real shower and me not get awoken every 10 minutes for some nursing check up that we blissfully kept answering, "yes! We want to go home!" as of 5 am when I had had absolutely NO sleep and my gut hole was burning fire of pain and I was counting down the seconds until I could have my pills again because all the up and down had aggrevated them so completely, I realized our folly.
I took Tenz into my mom and had her do the last feeding with Similac and she did the diaper and all that from 5 until 9 when I woke up. Needless to say, me and the baby had a day of naps and luckily Pete had slept through most of the night's dramas, so he was able to take on a lot of the baby watching today as I slept. We discovered a few very important details...even though my milk came in in full force late last night, it still is work for poor little baby it get it all out, so he tries for a while and then gets so annoyed and angry that he isn't getting enough food that he just shuts down. It is exactly what was happening on Tuesday, but we thought because of milk the Similac that we were helping, but the breast is still a lot of work and slow. So after so much stress to get 2 ounces of milk last night, we realized baby needs/wants 3. Bright and early me and mom got up and left the baby with Pete and went and bought a breast pump. We are going to need one anyway for the summer since I am working 2 days a week, we were just going to wait a while, but not having another night like last night became a priority. We get a pump and bring it home and learn to use it and I pump and only get 2 ounces, adding both boobs! Poor baby! We mixed that with an ounce of Similac to give him 3 ounces of food. This makes him happy and nap and wake up with a big smile and be the sweet baby we saw the first few days. Agghhh... So I have continued to pump and get some milk out, but sometimes it is just a little and sometimes a lot, but it is being given out of a nipple that is harder to suck on than the Similac ones and that is working out pretty well so far. I am hoping that my milk won't give up and not come in, but you can never tell.
Physically, I am feeling much better today, but my wound is not. It is a little swollen and as of yesterday I didn't feel I even needed my pain meds, today I am positive I do and been counting down till the time was to take them. Blah. There are so many things I want/need to get to around the house and I know I have 5 weeks to get to them done in, but I want to get a move on, just haven't had the strength to yet.
Well, here is the pic of the day. Pete took this as baby and I were napping this afternoon! He's pretty cute, even if I am not ;-S