Wednesday, August 20, 2008

The Two Men in My LIfe

"Whatchu lookin' at?"

Ok! So I did it! I gave birth to a barracuda disguised as a human! But breastfeeding woes aside (what can I say, little Jordy is born to feed...), the last 10 days have been the most surreal of my life. Especially when I'm confronted with my own thoughts night after night while I feed Jordy. Sometimes I'm flipping through trashy mags (for this bounty I have S and Z to thank heartily), and other times I'm religiously filling in the breast feeding chart from KK Hospital, marvelling at how I've gone from freaking at the thought of baby's poo to rejoicing when I see (or hear!) the evidence of a good feed. It's amazing, the human brain...

Will skip any gory details of the labour and birth, but suffice to say that the epidural is God's true gift to womankind (sorry but epidural beats Adam's ribs any day) and that I actually had a very relaxed and happy birth! Despite the fact that a) Jordy wasn't reacting well to being induced (after my waters burst at 6am on Sunday), b) his heart rate kept decreasing everytime they upped the Oxytocin (medicine to induce labour), c) I might have had to have a C-Section (but thankfully my trusty old body responded and I was able to do get things myself), and d) his umbilical cord was wrapped once round his neck which meant they had to use forceps (a big OUCH if not for said miracle called epidural).

Anyway he came out in his 39th week at 3.35kg, 50 cm long (which my friend Yvonne joked was a third of her height! haha) and really rather a beautiful baby (truly I am not biased! he is rather cute!)

Stay in hospital was a bit longer than expected as I had nausea, bad headaches and a high fever (ALL AT THE SAME TIME!). Poor Jordy, when mum was crook, he had to be cup fed some formula. But things worked themselves out and here we are at home now (today marks our one week anniversary of returning home!) and D and I are getting SLOWLY into the swing of things.

One thing though, I will unabashedly proclaim my husband D to be the world's best new Dad and partner-in-poo. They say to cherish these early days - I think we're too zonked to even register what we're doing at 3am every night - but I know that I'm gong to look back and marvel at how supportive and caring D has been - hugest hugs go out to him from me and Jordy!

And there's a definite difference when Dad baths Jordy than when Mum does! heh heh... Something about big strong Daddy hands cradling a little body. Anyway, I know I'm rambling but I'm allowed given I'm surviving on like 4-5 hrs of sleep a day! It'll all get better and calmer soon I'm sure but just wanted to say a big Hi from zombie mummy land :)

Thanks for all the messages and keep them coming - they are of great comfort to me, esp in the wee hours of the morning...


maree said...

Darling Dora - nothing can prepare you eh! - it is sureal and magic and David's look of wonderment is very familiar. I have to warn you darling - the joy goes on forever! ( but not the lack of sleep - promise! )

Anonymous said...

Hi Dora - what a fabulous photo! I so much want to nibble on that darling little Jordy of yours...
Aren't you and David clever to produce such a cutie?
Love from Sally

sabre hound said...


i wanna do the dance of joy around you upon receiving glad tidings

i wanna do carl's junior when your msn message decrees it