Caleb got measured at the pediatrician's on his 1 month anniversary. His growth progress is as follows:
Weight: 10 pounds 2 ounces (Birth: 9 pounds 2 ounces)
Height: 22 inches (Birth: 21.5 inches)
Head circumference: 16 inches (Birth: 15.5 inches)
He is in the 50th percentile for all his measurements. He is a growing boy!
January 26, 2007
1 month growth
January 22, 2007
Caleb is 4 weeks old!
I can’t believe a month has already passed since he was born, but it’s true – Caleb is now 4 weeks old! To me, he doesn’t look any different than at birth, but I see him every day. He still fits into all the newborn clothes, but the newborn diapers are starting to become a little too snug on him. What I did notice is that his face has become more expressive. Instead of the blank stares, he now looks at us with intelligent eyes; he has started to smile (mostly in his sleep), and he holds our gaze much longer. He seems more interested in his surroundings too, lately. He especially likes to look at lights, although he has done that since birth. (He has also lifted his head since birth.) He is starting to be okay with being put down in his carseat more often. We took him to church yesterday for the first time and he actually slept in the carseat for 3 hours (including a Mexican lunch afterwards)! This was big progress for him! I normally can’t put him down when he is sleeping. If I try to move him from my arms to the carseat, he wakes up protesting the change. When he is awake and alert, he’s better at being put down, but he almost acts like he’s being betrayed when he wakes up and sees that I tried to sneak him from my arms to another spot while he was sleeping. (The poor thing. It must be tough being a newborn!) Anyway, I’ve learned to manage with him on me all the time - I have a new sling carrier, in which he falls asleep and I have free hands to do what I need. I also love my Boppy pillow, which is a great support during breastfeeding at the computer. As he falls asleep at the breast quite often, I just gently pull my arm out and lay him on the pillow, where he’ll sleep contentedly for a couple of hours, allowing me to work (although not to get up). I’m still trying to see periodically if he will go down in the carseat at these times, but I am just not willing to let my baby cry. Whimper – yes, but not cry or scream. (My instincts about this were apparently right, as I saw a show just the other day where doctors refuted the notion believed for many years that crying develops a newborn baby’s lungs. They said instead that screaming raises their blood pressure and creates stress hormones, which can negatively affect the developing child.) My baby still has an immature nervous system and he doesn’t need additional stress. If he wants to be comforted by snuggling with his mother all the time, so be it. I am sure that as he grows, he’ll be less dependent on me for comfort. So, for now the bassinet stands empty, as we’ve moved him into bed with us, where he sleeps like a big boy next to mommy and daddy, waking up only for a couple of feedings per night (we’ve learned to breastfeed lying down), and giving us 4-5 hours of uninterrupted sleep. He doesn’t even cry anymore; I’ll just hear him stirring and after feeding, he’ll fall right back to sleep. He is so cute at the beginning of the night, when we get into bed. He tries and tries to comfort himself, but keeps squirming, looking for something to suck on (he hasn’t quite discovered his thumb yet, so he tries to cram his knuckles into his mouth, which doesn’t work too well). I usually give him my pinky finger, which quiets him down and he slowly falls asleep. The problem with a pacifier is that he is just a very strong sucker and keeps popping it out of his mouth. (That’s why I gave up having him in the bassinet with my hand hanging over the side holding the pacifier in place!) I never thought I’d be comfortable with bringing my newborn into bed with me, but it works.
By far the most important thing we’ve accomplished in the past few weeks is learning how to breastfeed. It has been a challenge, but we’ve made good progress and he now nurses around the clock (except for one or two supplemental bottles of formula per day, to give me a break). He is a very strong sucker (can I say, OUCH?), but I’m starting to get used to it. He was adorable when he was learning how to latch on. He would try so hard and make sudden head butting motions while chomping down with his mouth (I can’t explain it, I can only demonstrate). I still love to watch him in action: the noises he makes, the heavy breathing, coming up for air every once in awhile, the contented look on his face, the raised eyebrows, the occasional smile, the wide open eyes looking all around or the glazed over eyes towards the end of the feeding... they are all a source of amusement to me. He definitely prefers the breast to the bottle, although I know it’s more work for him. He would nurse nonstop if he didn’t fall asleep, so I’ve taken to affectionately calling him MILK MOUTH. :)
I am happy to report that he apparently likes water. Since his umbilical cord has healed, I’ve given him a few baths and he doesn’t cry, he just lays there looking around, taking in the situation. Even though he was upset and crying before one of his baths and I thought, oh no, this isn’t going to go over too well, once I put him in the water, there was not a peep out of him. So it looks like my wish that my child would love water like I do seems to have come true. Good, because there are going to be a lot of water outings in his future!
Ron and I have managed to have a few of our candlelit dinners since Caleb’s been born. We have always said that we’d never stop enjoying this favorite pastime of ours, cooking fancy dinners and just enjoying each other’s company. It’s been nice that we’ve been able to continue doing that. Caleb either sits in his carseat in the corner or nurses on my lap. We found out the other day that he likes Bobby Darin, when he fell asleep in his carseat listening to his music blaring from the stereo nearby. (It may have been the vibrations.)
So, these are a few glimpses into our days with our new little addition, our beautiful little Caleb Nathaniel. As his daddy says all the time, he is just ADORABLE!
January 12, 2007
BIRTH STORY
The last couple of weeks have been a whirlwind! I cannot believe that Caleb is already 2.5 weeks old! He is the most precious, beautiful, sweet little boy and we are so blessed to have him in our lives!
I promised to give an account of his birth, so before I forget all the details, here it is. I started getting mild contractions on the morning of the 22nd around 3 am. They came about every 10-15 minutes for about 8 hours. Totally manageable, but nevertheless, I could not go back to sleep. (First sleepless night.) During the day, the contractions eased up and went away all together for about 6 hours. At 6 pm they started back up again and this time, they were coming about every 6-8 minutes. Ron went to sleep, but I could not. (Second sleepless night.) I kept breathing through them and timing them on a website that times your contractions called www.contractionmaster.com.
By 3 am, they were coming every 3-5 minutes, so I woke up Ron, who was surprised that I hadn’t gone to sleep. The doula had said that when the contractions are 5 minutes apart lasting more than a minute, we should call her. So we did and she came out to the house. The early morning hours found us all sitting in our dark living room with only the lights of the Christmas tree, me breathing through contractions with some relaxation music playing. It was a very peaceful scene and I was able to completely relax. This went on until about 10-11 am, when we decided to head to the Birthing Center. I had no idea how far along I was, but the contractions were coming about 2-4 minutes apart and they were a few minutes long. I wanted to get there and settle in, so I didn’t have to bother with being transported during more advanced labor. So we went in and were admitted. I was dilated to 3 cm (I thought it would be more).
The next few hours, the contractions seemed to slow down again, coming only every 6-7 minutes (they say it is not unusual for labor to slow down upon arrival at the hospital, because of the disruption). We walked around the labor & delivery halls; I sat on the birthing ball, and got in the Aqua Doula tub. My room was private and dark (blinds shut, lights off) and we put in a music CD. I was able to relax. By early afternoon, I was dilated to 5-6 cm. That made me very happy, as I felt that the contractions have not been bad at all. The deep breathing I learned really helped and that’s what I concentrated on while relaxing my whole body. The only thing that was bothersome was that I kept throwing up (now this was not surprising to me, because during my teenage years, I used to throw up from cramps). Thus, I had to keep drinking huge amounts of liquids to hydrate myself. By evening, I was dilated to 8 cm. I was happy to hear of the progress and thought that we would have a baby by midnight. I was checked again around midnight, but no progression. Strange, we thought, as the last couple of centimeters usually go the quickest.
Early Sunday morning I was still at 8 cm dilation. I stayed at 8 cm dilation for about 6 hours (doula thinks it was even longer) and after walking some, we decided to break my water and try some Pitocin to encourage my body to finish dilating (not something I wanted to do, but figuring since it was late labor, it would be okay). I was pretty exhausted by now (third sleepless night), but was still breathing through my contractions and didn’t feel like they were unmanageable. Well, a few hours of this later, I was checked and I had apparently regressed to a 6-7 cm dilation, which meant that my cervix was swelling. I had begun to feel incredible pushing urges, which I could not control; my body just wanted to bear down and push this baby out, while my cervix was not fully dilated. This was the hardest part of the whole experience, because unlike the contractions, this was completely unmanageable. I knew I wasn’t supposed to push yet, because I could hurt my baby or my cervix, but I couldn’t stop my body from bearing down. Meanwhile, the baby’s heart rate had slowly gone from a baseline of 150 bpm to 110. Which meant he was still okay, but was not as happy as a day ago and he wasn’t going to take much more of this.
Around 8 am, the midwife said that we had waited much longer than they were comfortable with, there had been no progress for many hours, and we should go ahead with a C-section. Reluctantly, we agreed. They prepped me and took me into the operating room. We passed the anesthesiologist, who was drinking his morning coffee, and I heard someone say to him that I’d been in the labor ward since yesterday morning and will need to have anesthesia for surgery. The anesthesiologist looked up with a shocked expression and said, “She hasn’t had an epidural?” Even in my exhausted state, I got a kick out of the surprised look on his face, that someone would choose to do this thing naturally. He asked me if I wanted to be awake for the procedure. I said yes. I was given a spinal, which is basically a one-time shot of anesthesia in the back with no tubes attached (except that I felt 2-3 pinches with blood pouring down; he may have missed the first time). My legs started getting numb, they laid me on the table, put in a catheter, prepped my lower stomach for the bikini cut, and the doctor came in. I hadn’t seen any of the 3 doctors at the practice, since I was seeing the midwives, but I had heard about this doctor, who was Jewish. Well, we exchanged a couple of sentences and he says, “Is your accent Hungarian?” I answered, “Yes, and that is really good how you were able to pick that out.” He says, “One of my ex-girlfriends was Hungarian.”
They started the operation and Ron was able to come in and sit by my head. They had the baby out in less than 5 minutes (I didn’t feel too much tugging) and lifted him up for me to see. The first thing I noticed was his dark, wet hair – and that he was a big baby! The doctor says, “No wonder he wasn’t coming out, look at that head!” His head apparently had started to mold. They whisked him off and Ron went to see him. He peed all over the nurse as soon as he was out. Ron came back and they brought the baby to me, all wrapped up. I was able to greet him and kiss him for a couple of minutes. He was so cute! Then they took him away and I told Ron to go with him. It took about another 15 minutes to close me up and I was wheeled into Recovery, where a nurse sat with me for about an hour. Ron came in after a while and said that the nurse wouldn’t let him stay with the baby in the nursery, because another baby was being circumcised. That did not make me very happy, that our child has to spend the first hour of his life separated from both of us. This is not how I had planned it! The doula thought this was strange too, because they advocate how the dad can go with the baby to the nursery.
After an hour, I started feeling my legs again and they wheeled me out, passing the nursery, where we stopped to look at the baby. He was naked under the warmer, crying. (When he should have been on my stomach nursing.) We got in our room and Ron went to get the baby. He was wheeled into our room in his little bassinet and we finally had our little bundle with us. He was 9 pounds and 2 ounces (4.17 kg) and 21.5 inches (54.61 cm) long. (I grew a linebacker!) I was shocked that I had gained 20 pounds and had a 9 pound baby!
The next couple of days were pleasant; the nurses were very nice and helpful. We spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day in the hospital; Ron stayed with us on the cot that they have in the room. It was nice that we were all together, our new little family. I of course could not sleep all day (and only a few hours at night) from the excitement of having our baby. He slept on my chest for part of each night; he seemed most content when he could be near me. I felt great and asked to be released a day early, so we came home on the 26th, 48 hours after the birth of our baby.
Looking back at the whole experience, things went a lot differently in the end than what I had expected (the C-section was the LAST thing I expected), but I had a tremendous peace through the whole process. Managing the contractions through breathing and relaxation went better than I expected. I never felt like it was too much and I was never afraid. Even when it came time for the C-section, there was a peace that was with me and I felt that God was with me, protecting me. I wondered why my body didn’t finish dilating and I got some more answers just yesterday, when I met with the doula for the 2 week visit. She said that she asked the midwife after the surgery what they had found when they went in. The midwife said that they found the baby’s head presenting the wrong way; not at the crown like it should have, but at the forehead. He was caught the wrong way and they had to work to wedge him out of my pelvis. So, it may not have been the size of the head (although it was big), but that it was coming down in a way that didn’t fit. Which would explain the tremendous pressure and some of the back pain I was feeling towards the end. He was butting his head up against my bony structure, the poor little guy! The doula thinks it was a fluke thing that happened and that it should not affect future deliveries. I am of course disappointed that after laboring so easily, I couldn’t also deliver him naturally. But I realize that I did all I knew to do to have a natural delivery and there’s nothing more I could have done. I’m glad to have had the experience of a labor without any drugs; I liked being alert (though exhausted) through the whole thing and using natural means to relieve discomfort. I now know what to expect, at least up to 8 cm!
More important than my birth experience, I am so grateful that we have a healthy baby boy and a healthy mom in the end. Caleb had Apgar scores of 8 and 9 at birth and I came through major abdominal surgery safe and sound. I felt great from the first day, with minimal pain and hardly feeling like I had surgery at all. I’ve been able to take care of Caleb from the beginning without any difficulties. Two weeks later, my body feels almost like it did before the pregnancy; amazingly I am just 5 pounds over my pre-pregnancy weight. We had Ron home with us for 2 and a half weeks; he took over the kitchen and housework, cooking wonderful meals, so that I could just concentrate on the baby and rest. (I have not yet had a full night’s sleep; 4-5 hours is about as much as I get, but a few daytime naps have helped.) We are slowly settling into a routine and I’ve even managed to complete a mid-sized project in one day with baby Caleb camping out on my lap (on the Boppy pillow) the entire time!
We are so happy to finally have our sweet baby boy with us. We love cuddling with him and watching his many cute expressions, seeing his little personality come through already, and we can’t wait to see him grow, see him laugh (his smiles are a preview). I can’t believe that something so perfect grew in my body (and I can’t imagine how he fit); it is just an awesome thing to comprehend that he grew from two cells into this beautiful little person and that he is part of me and part of my husband. I love to study his little face, hands, ear, feet to see whose resemblance I can find in him.
I will now keep updating on this new site, so that all of you who live far and away can hear about our days with Caleb and view pictures of him to see how he is growing.
I promised to give an account of his birth, so before I forget all the details, here it is. I started getting mild contractions on the morning of the 22nd around 3 am. They came about every 10-15 minutes for about 8 hours. Totally manageable, but nevertheless, I could not go back to sleep. (First sleepless night.) During the day, the contractions eased up and went away all together for about 6 hours. At 6 pm they started back up again and this time, they were coming about every 6-8 minutes. Ron went to sleep, but I could not. (Second sleepless night.) I kept breathing through them and timing them on a website that times your contractions called www.contractionmaster.com.
By 3 am, they were coming every 3-5 minutes, so I woke up Ron, who was surprised that I hadn’t gone to sleep. The doula had said that when the contractions are 5 minutes apart lasting more than a minute, we should call her. So we did and she came out to the house. The early morning hours found us all sitting in our dark living room with only the lights of the Christmas tree, me breathing through contractions with some relaxation music playing. It was a very peaceful scene and I was able to completely relax. This went on until about 10-11 am, when we decided to head to the Birthing Center. I had no idea how far along I was, but the contractions were coming about 2-4 minutes apart and they were a few minutes long. I wanted to get there and settle in, so I didn’t have to bother with being transported during more advanced labor. So we went in and were admitted. I was dilated to 3 cm (I thought it would be more).
The next few hours, the contractions seemed to slow down again, coming only every 6-7 minutes (they say it is not unusual for labor to slow down upon arrival at the hospital, because of the disruption). We walked around the labor & delivery halls; I sat on the birthing ball, and got in the Aqua Doula tub. My room was private and dark (blinds shut, lights off) and we put in a music CD. I was able to relax. By early afternoon, I was dilated to 5-6 cm. That made me very happy, as I felt that the contractions have not been bad at all. The deep breathing I learned really helped and that’s what I concentrated on while relaxing my whole body. The only thing that was bothersome was that I kept throwing up (now this was not surprising to me, because during my teenage years, I used to throw up from cramps). Thus, I had to keep drinking huge amounts of liquids to hydrate myself. By evening, I was dilated to 8 cm. I was happy to hear of the progress and thought that we would have a baby by midnight. I was checked again around midnight, but no progression. Strange, we thought, as the last couple of centimeters usually go the quickest.
Early Sunday morning I was still at 8 cm dilation. I stayed at 8 cm dilation for about 6 hours (doula thinks it was even longer) and after walking some, we decided to break my water and try some Pitocin to encourage my body to finish dilating (not something I wanted to do, but figuring since it was late labor, it would be okay). I was pretty exhausted by now (third sleepless night), but was still breathing through my contractions and didn’t feel like they were unmanageable. Well, a few hours of this later, I was checked and I had apparently regressed to a 6-7 cm dilation, which meant that my cervix was swelling. I had begun to feel incredible pushing urges, which I could not control; my body just wanted to bear down and push this baby out, while my cervix was not fully dilated. This was the hardest part of the whole experience, because unlike the contractions, this was completely unmanageable. I knew I wasn’t supposed to push yet, because I could hurt my baby or my cervix, but I couldn’t stop my body from bearing down. Meanwhile, the baby’s heart rate had slowly gone from a baseline of 150 bpm to 110. Which meant he was still okay, but was not as happy as a day ago and he wasn’t going to take much more of this.
Around 8 am, the midwife said that we had waited much longer than they were comfortable with, there had been no progress for many hours, and we should go ahead with a C-section. Reluctantly, we agreed. They prepped me and took me into the operating room. We passed the anesthesiologist, who was drinking his morning coffee, and I heard someone say to him that I’d been in the labor ward since yesterday morning and will need to have anesthesia for surgery. The anesthesiologist looked up with a shocked expression and said, “She hasn’t had an epidural?” Even in my exhausted state, I got a kick out of the surprised look on his face, that someone would choose to do this thing naturally. He asked me if I wanted to be awake for the procedure. I said yes. I was given a spinal, which is basically a one-time shot of anesthesia in the back with no tubes attached (except that I felt 2-3 pinches with blood pouring down; he may have missed the first time). My legs started getting numb, they laid me on the table, put in a catheter, prepped my lower stomach for the bikini cut, and the doctor came in. I hadn’t seen any of the 3 doctors at the practice, since I was seeing the midwives, but I had heard about this doctor, who was Jewish. Well, we exchanged a couple of sentences and he says, “Is your accent Hungarian?” I answered, “Yes, and that is really good how you were able to pick that out.” He says, “One of my ex-girlfriends was Hungarian.”
They started the operation and Ron was able to come in and sit by my head. They had the baby out in less than 5 minutes (I didn’t feel too much tugging) and lifted him up for me to see. The first thing I noticed was his dark, wet hair – and that he was a big baby! The doctor says, “No wonder he wasn’t coming out, look at that head!” His head apparently had started to mold. They whisked him off and Ron went to see him. He peed all over the nurse as soon as he was out. Ron came back and they brought the baby to me, all wrapped up. I was able to greet him and kiss him for a couple of minutes. He was so cute! Then they took him away and I told Ron to go with him. It took about another 15 minutes to close me up and I was wheeled into Recovery, where a nurse sat with me for about an hour. Ron came in after a while and said that the nurse wouldn’t let him stay with the baby in the nursery, because another baby was being circumcised. That did not make me very happy, that our child has to spend the first hour of his life separated from both of us. This is not how I had planned it! The doula thought this was strange too, because they advocate how the dad can go with the baby to the nursery.
After an hour, I started feeling my legs again and they wheeled me out, passing the nursery, where we stopped to look at the baby. He was naked under the warmer, crying. (When he should have been on my stomach nursing.) We got in our room and Ron went to get the baby. He was wheeled into our room in his little bassinet and we finally had our little bundle with us. He was 9 pounds and 2 ounces (4.17 kg) and 21.5 inches (54.61 cm) long. (I grew a linebacker!) I was shocked that I had gained 20 pounds and had a 9 pound baby!
The next couple of days were pleasant; the nurses were very nice and helpful. We spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day in the hospital; Ron stayed with us on the cot that they have in the room. It was nice that we were all together, our new little family. I of course could not sleep all day (and only a few hours at night) from the excitement of having our baby. He slept on my chest for part of each night; he seemed most content when he could be near me. I felt great and asked to be released a day early, so we came home on the 26th, 48 hours after the birth of our baby.
Looking back at the whole experience, things went a lot differently in the end than what I had expected (the C-section was the LAST thing I expected), but I had a tremendous peace through the whole process. Managing the contractions through breathing and relaxation went better than I expected. I never felt like it was too much and I was never afraid. Even when it came time for the C-section, there was a peace that was with me and I felt that God was with me, protecting me. I wondered why my body didn’t finish dilating and I got some more answers just yesterday, when I met with the doula for the 2 week visit. She said that she asked the midwife after the surgery what they had found when they went in. The midwife said that they found the baby’s head presenting the wrong way; not at the crown like it should have, but at the forehead. He was caught the wrong way and they had to work to wedge him out of my pelvis. So, it may not have been the size of the head (although it was big), but that it was coming down in a way that didn’t fit. Which would explain the tremendous pressure and some of the back pain I was feeling towards the end. He was butting his head up against my bony structure, the poor little guy! The doula thinks it was a fluke thing that happened and that it should not affect future deliveries. I am of course disappointed that after laboring so easily, I couldn’t also deliver him naturally. But I realize that I did all I knew to do to have a natural delivery and there’s nothing more I could have done. I’m glad to have had the experience of a labor without any drugs; I liked being alert (though exhausted) through the whole thing and using natural means to relieve discomfort. I now know what to expect, at least up to 8 cm!
More important than my birth experience, I am so grateful that we have a healthy baby boy and a healthy mom in the end. Caleb had Apgar scores of 8 and 9 at birth and I came through major abdominal surgery safe and sound. I felt great from the first day, with minimal pain and hardly feeling like I had surgery at all. I’ve been able to take care of Caleb from the beginning without any difficulties. Two weeks later, my body feels almost like it did before the pregnancy; amazingly I am just 5 pounds over my pre-pregnancy weight. We had Ron home with us for 2 and a half weeks; he took over the kitchen and housework, cooking wonderful meals, so that I could just concentrate on the baby and rest. (I have not yet had a full night’s sleep; 4-5 hours is about as much as I get, but a few daytime naps have helped.) We are slowly settling into a routine and I’ve even managed to complete a mid-sized project in one day with baby Caleb camping out on my lap (on the Boppy pillow) the entire time!
We are so happy to finally have our sweet baby boy with us. We love cuddling with him and watching his many cute expressions, seeing his little personality come through already, and we can’t wait to see him grow, see him laugh (his smiles are a preview). I can’t believe that something so perfect grew in my body (and I can’t imagine how he fit); it is just an awesome thing to comprehend that he grew from two cells into this beautiful little person and that he is part of me and part of my husband. I love to study his little face, hands, ear, feet to see whose resemblance I can find in him.
I will now keep updating on this new site, so that all of you who live far and away can hear about our days with Caleb and view pictures of him to see how he is growing.
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