At home, John Campbell does very well the first few weeks. Mom and Dad are the ones having a hard time...lol. We are afraid that we will break him. We are up all night feeding him. By the way, he wants to nurse, whether I think I can or not...he is determined to get his milk.
My PPD is pretty bad. Abbie is about to lose his mind worrying about me and taking care of John Campbell. I get an appointment with a doctor and get some treatment and things start to go better. Within 10 days of taking meds, I am feeling a little better and things continue to improve.
John Campbell loves to eat, sleep, and be held. That is all that matters right now. Sleep deprivation sets in for both Abbie and I, but we handle it, eat lots of popcicles late at night while the baby nurses, and sleep 20 minutes here, 20 minutes there. Abbie, wonderful man, takes off two weeks to be with us at home. After he returns back to work, he still helps out at home and stays up at night with us. He is a great and loving dad. He is totally wild about this baby.
You know, it is weird to have a living thing that can't do anything for itself but breathe and poop. That's about it. His head is totally out of control. His hands and feet are there, but he doesn't know it yet, so they just flail around. He seems so small. Abbie and I joke that we need to just put him in a shoe box, set him on the coffee table, and stare at him. Maybe that way we won't break him. He is totally dependent on us, but actually pretty easy to take care of. We hold him all the time. His little poopies are not stinky (thanks to breast milk) and he pees and poops enough. I constantly worry that he is starving.
We take pictures, hold him, kiss him, tell him how much we love him. Pray for him and about him. Thank God that he is okay and hope that nothing else happens to him. He is perfect to hold - warm, sweet, gentle. I love to nuzzle him and just breathe in his scent. He smells like Heaven should smell.
We are settling into a routine of sorts...feeding, sleeping, holding, looking around at Moma and Daddy. The pets don't know what to make of this little bundle of wiggly humanity, but they tolerate him. After all, he just lays there, and though he takes all of Moma and Daddy's attenetion now, at least he isn't running around after us.
We are a bonafied family. Wow, just like that.
My PPD is pretty bad. Abbie is about to lose his mind worrying about me and taking care of John Campbell. I get an appointment with a doctor and get some treatment and things start to go better. Within 10 days of taking meds, I am feeling a little better and things continue to improve.
John Campbell loves to eat, sleep, and be held. That is all that matters right now. Sleep deprivation sets in for both Abbie and I, but we handle it, eat lots of popcicles late at night while the baby nurses, and sleep 20 minutes here, 20 minutes there. Abbie, wonderful man, takes off two weeks to be with us at home. After he returns back to work, he still helps out at home and stays up at night with us. He is a great and loving dad. He is totally wild about this baby.
You know, it is weird to have a living thing that can't do anything for itself but breathe and poop. That's about it. His head is totally out of control. His hands and feet are there, but he doesn't know it yet, so they just flail around. He seems so small. Abbie and I joke that we need to just put him in a shoe box, set him on the coffee table, and stare at him. Maybe that way we won't break him. He is totally dependent on us, but actually pretty easy to take care of. We hold him all the time. His little poopies are not stinky (thanks to breast milk) and he pees and poops enough. I constantly worry that he is starving.
We take pictures, hold him, kiss him, tell him how much we love him. Pray for him and about him. Thank God that he is okay and hope that nothing else happens to him. He is perfect to hold - warm, sweet, gentle. I love to nuzzle him and just breathe in his scent. He smells like Heaven should smell.
We are settling into a routine of sorts...feeding, sleeping, holding, looking around at Moma and Daddy. The pets don't know what to make of this little bundle of wiggly humanity, but they tolerate him. After all, he just lays there, and though he takes all of Moma and Daddy's attenetion now, at least he isn't running around after us.
We are a bonafied family. Wow, just like that.
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