THis blog will be a bit all over the place. I will continue with my stories of the birth and onwards that I never got to blog about, I will write other posts about what I'm thinking and feeling. But I figure its time for a proper update on the boys and how we are all going.
Well, at the 6 weeks mark the boys could not be better given their start.
I'll start with our big boy. Connor was born at 2.2kg, and as of yesterday reached 3.2! He's so funny, despite his small start he's always been fairly chunky looking, and he has the most adorable chubby cheeks. He has big eyes and the most hilarious expressions, I'm constantly getting distracted from burping just watching his beautiful little face. He is our little angel baby, already doing a couple of 5 hour stints overnight. He gets very grumpy when he's due for a change or when he is ready for a feed, but the rest of the time he is placid and happy. A few people have commented that every photo or every time they see him he is always asleep. Which is a shame because his eyes are so beautiful. Once he's asleep he's asleep so he gets past around a lot when we are with family and friends. He is feeding only on breast milk and has one bottle a day, but that's more for Daddy-bonding than anything else, he could cope with all breast feeds if we wanted. The nurse yesterday said he was thriving!
Sebastian has had a crazy three weeks! Three weeks ago he was transported to the Children's hospital with suspected either NEC, or a stricture or blockage in his bowel. He was on a respirator and morphine, was super hungry because he was only allowed food from a drip and didn't look like himself. It was very heart-breaking to watch, not just for us, but for our families who are already in love with their Grandson/nephews. Praise God, both of those potential problems were ruled out and we found out he didn't need surgery. The doctors hoped it was just immature gut, and began feeding him again, but warned us the huge hard tummy might return and it might all begin again. The beds at the Children's were very tight, so they sent him back to my delivering hospital. And within a few days he was feeding entirely by mouth, had completely normal bowel movements and was off all his monitoring.
The doctor was thrilled and to my shock, a week after he got back to the hospital he came home. We still have some follow up appointments, but the doctor doesn't think they will amount to anything. She said that I had to get out of my head that he was "the sick one", and just think of him as the "well, small baby". She also said that she had been watching me with Connor, watching me handle everything, and she had no doubt that I was a terrific, calm Mum and that I could look after Seb better than the hospital. It was such balm for my anxious soul.
Sebastian started at 1.4kg and today just hit the magical 2kgs! He has been home for a week and is doing so well. He also is on just breast milk, alternating bottle and breast, but the nurse was happy for me to increase the breast in the coming few days. He feeds so well, though he never seems as small as when I'm feeding him, because he is just so tiny compared to his brother, who I have been feeding for longer. He is a bit more unsettled than his brother, which worried me at first but the nurse assured me is fairly typical for a prem (it's fairly typical for a baby really but we were conditioned to think otherwise by his bro). He loves cuddles and needs to be cuddled to sleep before you can put him down (and even then he wakes up and needs his dummy/paci to settle again). He is very alert and stares at you so intently in the eye! Lots of people comment he is like a little doll. I call him my little pixie, because he often wears pointed hats and actually has a slightly pointed right ear :)
They both have Sandy hair and those dark blue eyes that babies start with. Everyone has a different oppion about who they look like. Connor has my olivey skin and Seb is very pale like his Dad and Nanna.
I am doing well. It's been really nice, my family and various health professionals keep commenting on how calm and confident I am, and how well I've handled the last few months. My family know that I am a stress head. But I think after IF and such a stressful pregnancy, as long as my boys are okay then I can handle it.
Earl and I have a joke, because I love being a Mum and deal beautifully with most things, except in the middle of the night. We joke I'm like Fiona from Shrek, I become an Ogre when the sun goes down! I do get very stressed and upset when I'm first waking up, or when Seb isn't sleeping. But as I stare at them when feeding it all goes away. This time is just a joy, and I am so very grateful for my boys.
Earl is on Paternity leave until tomorrow, so we'll see how I cope with less help.
And here is a photo as Toni requested :)
A few days before Seb went home.
Thanks for all your well wishes. I have been shocking at commenting but am hoping to get back to you all.