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Monday, December 7th, 2009 | Liam, musings

My last post was apparently submitted sometime after midnight on Sept 10 – 11, because I know for fact I didn’t blog the day of the 11th. It was kind of creepy, though,seeing that date posted and knowing that it wasn’t too many hours later I was checking myself in to the hospital prepping for a c-section. I dread surgery and I was in tears calling around to William and my parents. I’m under the impression that the preeclampsia they found was worse than they let me believe, because they wanted the baby out now. They waited just long enough for William to come and the 8-hour waiting period after my last meal to pass before I was on the table talking to the anesthesiologist.

Just shy of three months later, surgery wasn’t all too bad. And the end result is pretty darned cute, though the first month and change of mommyhood wrecked my nerves. Liam would hold his breath and then inhale with a loud gasp. I’m told this is totally normal and he is growing out of it, but holy crap was it unnerving. He still does it every so often, but at least now I’m a little more confidant he’s not really dying. Also, because he came c-section I didn’t start producing milk for nearly a week, so I was constantly worried he was hungry. And of course he cried most of the time he was awake and he woke at weird hours and all that normal stuff. Thankfully my mom and William’s mom took turns staying to help those first two weeks. They made sure I got some sleep and some alone time with William and didn’t have to cook while my stitches started healing.

They say that the first 6 weeks are the hardest, but I declare shenanigans on that. Liam only recently started smiling, so I’ll say things were toughest through about the 9 week mark. It’s still not easy, but at least now he looks around, grins when we’re in the room and munches on his hands when he’s starting to get hungry. It’s a little easier to figure out what he wants when he cries and he makes a funny little squeak when he tries to laugh. He’s napping less during the day, but will sleep for longer stretches at night. He’s also not quite so teeny-tiny, which makes us a little more confidant when we’re holding him. He was born at 6 ponds 14 ounces, and weighed 10.5 pounds at his two month checkup. He’s also grown about two inches.

I miss having coworkers and having an income to contribute, but that’ll come again soon I hope. The smiles and snuggles are a pretty good reward, too. (Though I could do with less spit-up!) I really miss being in the church choir and all the activities I had there. I found a nice congregation, but I’m not 100% sure they’re where I’ll end up. I might try one other place before talking to Little River’s choir director and starting to make that place home. The gaming group William, Mike and I do over Skype once a week helps fight the boredom and missing my friends. And Zeb and Alarra and Cieka aren’t very far. Also, and I almost hate to admit it, messing around World of Warcraft with the Circle of Fear guildies also helps. The cats help, too, when they’re not tearing the apartment down or demanding as much attention as Liam. So I think I’m settling into this new groove pretty well.

Now I just have to get back into a blog-updating groove.

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