Well, it’s been an exciting 7 plus days since the birth of Tomi. We’ve finally gotten a fairly decent schedule down, with me, Amani and my mom taking shifts (although Amani ends up being up at least every few hours to pump out milk). Tomi’s color is getting better, she’s gaining weight well and it seems every few hours she becomes more and more aware of her environment.
Although I already have a son, I didn’t get to see him until he was 5 months old, so all this is pretty new to me. I was pretty old when my brother Micah was born, so I remember some from that experience, but I’m still surprised at times. First off, breast feeding is not easy. Especailly when the mom has quarter size nipples and the baby has a nickel sized mouth. And I know for sure I’ve never been so estatic about bowel movements and urination – it seems right now to be the only validation that we’re doing anything right with her. She smiles in her sleep sometimes, but hasn’t developed much past the look of open wonder, crying, and some odd eyebrow arching that I think indicates disbelief in the sensations she’s experiencing for the first time.
Of course one of the absolutely hardest parts has been watching my wife slog through sleep deprivation and discomfort from the episiotomy and nipple trauma. It’s gotten better in week 2, but week 1 was a real bitch. It looks like she’s finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel though, and it’s a hell of a lot of fun just sitting with her looking at our daughter together.
Here’s looking forward to week 3…