As per usual, I'm going to pretend that I am not in fact months behind blogging. Here were my thoughts on baby essentials in the first month:
1.Rock and play sleeper:I received this at my baby shower from Joe’s
stepmom. I’m glad I did, as I balked at the price and didn’t even register for
it. Not because I couldn’t afford it but because I am fundamentally a cheap
person. It took me like a month to buy a bottle of Tabasco sauce to keep at work because every
time I saw it at the grocery store I was like, “Pfft, $5? I don’t really need
it.” And then I would go to work and be like I WOULD KILL FOR HOT SAUCE.
Anyway, the first month my baby was a
perpetually sleeping slug and this was great because it’s like a super portable
bassinet. Theo sleeps great in it and I hear it is especially goods for babies
with reflux. I still think it’s overpriced but it’s been incredibly useful.
2.Woombie: So swaddling is difficult to master but Theo seems calmer and
sleeps better swaddled. Joe is reasonably good at it now but it was much easier
for us to use cheater-swaddling methods like the Halo swaddle sack and this, the
Woombie. Otherwise known as “the banana suit”, “the glow worm” and “the baby
straight jacket”. I prefer the woombie because it’s stupid easy. You just shove
your baby in it and zip it up. It has two zippers on it so you can zip it up
from the bottom in order to change diapers without taking them out of it
completely. Critical for middle of the night diaper changes, when you are holding your breath and trying so very hard to keep your sleeping baby asleep. GENIUS.
3.Cloth diapers: I think these would make pretty terrible cloth
diapers but they are fantastic burp cloths. They’re bigger, more durable and
more absorbent any other burp clothes I’ve used. They’re not super cute but when your
baby projectile vomits over his car seat, that is not your primary concern.
4.Baby gowns:It should be illegal to make any newborn clothes
that have to be pulled over the head. Your baby hates it, you hate it, and
you’re just going to have to change their outfit anyway. Also, you don't have the energy to put on a fancy-pants "real" outfit. Not going to lie, Theo
has been in pajamas 99% of his life thus far. I especially like these gowns by Kicky
Pants, they are super soft and easy to take on and off. Again, critical since your newborn will poop approximately every 72 seconds. And they’re cute so I
don’t feel bad for putting him in them for the millionth time.
you’re breastfeeding, get a tube of lanolin. I’ve had a fairly easy time breastfeeding but the first couple of weeks are rough. Slather this on for the
first couple of weeks and try to forget the fact that your enormous boobs are coated in
Theo is now a month old, HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? He’s starting
to outgrow his newborn clothes, which makes me very sad. I had to stuff him
into that onesie like a small sausage. Obviously he is not lacking in food. His
three chins speak for themselves.
So! One-month update! I must say, Joe and I totally prepared
for the worst in having a newborn. You hear all these terrible stories about
how you have baby and then suddenly you’re up all night trying to unsuccessfully
soothe a small banshee and then it all ends when you murder your significant
other in the morning. Or something.
Which isn’t to say that it has been easy but Joe and I are
adjusting pretty well. Theo and I have this breastfeeding thing down and I have
fondly nicknamed him “The Hungry Barracuda” for the speed and voracity of his
Man, future teenaged son, I am really sorry about all this.
We did have a couple rough nights before my milk came where
Theo was like WTF MOM, I’M FREAKIN’ HUNGRY. That was probably my toughest night so far. At one point
during the night I gave him a pacifier, even though the lactation consultant at
my midwife’s office suggested that we wait to introduce one until breastfeeding
was well established, which it clearly was not. However, it helped sooth Theo and my hormones were still at the point were I would burst into tears whenever I looked at him so I didn’t hesitate to keep popping that sucker in. Joe woke up sometime
during this, noticed the pacifier, and sleepily said, “Should he have that? I
thought we were going to wait to give him a pacifier.” And I was running on a
lot less sleep than he was and I shot him a look that I hoped communicated
something along the lines of, OH YEAH? I WILL MURDER YOUR FACE. Because that
are the kind of things your brain says at 3 am with a fussy newborn.
Theo had lost more weight at his first check up than the
pediatrician wanted so we met with a lactation consultant, who suggested I use a supplemental nursing system until my milk came in. The supplemental nursing
system (SNS) works like this: you have a little syringe that you fill with
formula, which drips down a tiny little tube. You breastfeed your baby normally
and while they are attempting to nurse, you sneak the tube into their mouth so
that even if they’re not getting much or any breast milk, they are still
getting some nutrition from the formula. Also this way, you keep up the
breastfeeding habit and avoid giving a bottle.
Pretty clever idea, but
ultimately easier said than done. Luckily we only had to do the SNS for an
evening and one night before my milk came in. We did much better during the day
than we did overnight, where sneakily inserting a tiny clear tube into a
nursing newborn’s mouth-- while sleep deprived-- felt like a mission best
suited for James Bond. A few times we succeeded only in dripping formula all
over his face. But overall we did manage to give him enough supplemental
formula to keep him happy and the next morning I woke up looking like a fembot
so all was good from there.
What’s that? You don’t remember
what a fembot is because you had better things to do than watch Austin Powers?
Whatever, fancy pants. This is a fembot:
Theo is a pretty good sleeper
and usually goes right back to sleep after eating in the middle of the night so
I don’t feel too sleep deprived usually. The biggest sign of sleep deprivation
happened the other day when I was in the middle of drinking my morning tea and
realized it was sweeter than usual. Upon further investigation, (as in, looking
in the mug… my detective skills are unparalleled) I realized that I had
forgotten to put a tea bag in. So I was essentially drinking hot sugared
milk-water. Which is kind of delicious, actually.
Wish me luck in month two! He
slept 6 hours last night, which was ahhhh-mazing. I’m hoping this is a trend. Please
don’t smite me, parenting gods.