Newborn Life:2

As I entered the surgery room, I couldn’t stop throwing up. I hadn’t eaten since 6am that previous day so not sure exactly what was even coming up. All I knew is there was like 5 people around me and that's who I was throwing up on. They put me on the table and I kept my eyes closed the whole time. They went around the room and had to confirm my name and what surgery they were performing. I was so out of it but still cognitive enough to hear my last name mispronounced in all kinds of ways 5 different times. Lutten berger, LuTENegger, Lutten EGGER, which was quite entertaining. My response was “Yeah, I know….it’s a stupid name.” (Sorry Luttenegger family, I was a little mentally unstable.) They set up the blue sheet, you know, the one you see on the movies. Except, what you can't tell on the movies is that it smells very strongly of crayons. They tested to see if I could "feel" anything.....and I most definitely could feel so they had to inject even more drugs. At some point, I don’t recall when, they brought Brock in and he sat next to me. Apparently he was the guy I was throwing up on during the procedure. After what seemed to be only a few minutes, Brock said it was almost over and I was doing a good job. Almost over?? I didn't even know they had started because I was too busy throwing up. Isn’t having a baby fun?? It wasn’t long after that. I felt one compression on my stomach and that was it. Out came a baby. How easy was that? I thought to myself….man, why didn’t I just do this to begin with? He came out with a full head of hair which you have seen from the pictures. All those wives tales about heartburn during pregnancy...um yeah I believe it. My heartburn/acid reflex was so incredibly bad during my entire pregnancy. I knew he would come out needing a haircut. After that it was fairly smooth sailing; well as smooth as it can with a newborn. We were in the hospital a few days, not sleeping but I was operating on adrenaline so it didn’t even matter. He was perfect. IS perfect I should say. Only really fusses when he needs something. And the “need” list isn’t very long. Eat. Sleep. Poop. Pee. Cuddle Mommy. It’s typically one of those things. As he gets older though I feel like this “need” list is going to get a lot longer. “Need” a toy. “Need” a phone. “Need” a girlfriend? Gosh, I hope not the last one. We got home from the hospital and Brock’s mom had been at our house taking care of the pups. It was so comforting while we were gone to know that they were being taken care of. Now, this next part I am going to talk about is a little hard for me to talk about. But, I feel like it isn’t talked about much so I feel the need to share. We had been home only a couple days and I had been nursing. I was still waiting for my milk to come in but I had noticed that Mason seemed kind of off. He was sleeping a lot, which I know newborns do. He hadn’t pooped or peed for quite some time. He then had “brick stain” and that is when we began to worry. I immediately called his doctor and they said he was severely dehydrated and needed supplements asap. Of course, now I am crying and incredibly distraught. I’m having all kinds of bad thoughts and feelings and putting the blame on myself. If I would produce more we wouldn’t be in this situation. Thankfully, we immediately started him on formula and it was a complete turn around in hours. But still, how terrifying. We had an appointment the next day anyway and he was much better! It was hard for me to accept that I couldn’t provide him all that he needed but to know that we had a solution was very comforting. That was just a small hurdle that we had overcome. Little did we know that we had much more turmoil headed our way.

And for now,

Xoxo