DC1 and DC2 are very different in many ways, but they are equally perfect.
I either had a 3+ week labor or an hour and a bit more labor, depending on when you start counting.
Last time it stopped hurting when I started pushing. This time it didn’t hurt until it was time to start pushing.
This time there were more interventions (they broke my water, they moved aside the cervix lip). Interventions are unpleasant. They make me say, “Ow.”
Last time the nurses were all talking the next day about what a trouper I was. This time I was not so impressive.
Only one stitch this time.
My sister says DC2 looks like an Ann Geddes baby. I think she’s right.
All that extra movement in the womb (there was lots of amniotic fluid, so lots of room) did result in super-baby-strength.
DC2 does not seem to mind being swaddled. We must learn how to swaddle.
With DC1, I wondered why anybody would leave the hospital early to go home. With DC2, I understand– we wanted to go home to see DC1.
DC2 has been nursing like a champ. My breasts are also not just colostrum and there hasn’t been any problem with DC2 not getting enough. In fact, DC2 did not lose any weight in the hospital, which is unusual.
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to call DC1 “little” again. Ze is so big now compared to DC2 (though DC1 was a pound smaller at birth). They’re so amazing.
Congratulations! I’m 100% convinced that you were “impressive”. The whole thing is a f&*king miracle start to finish, and birthing mothers are always impressive. (But I know what you mean – I was not so impressive with #1.)
When they put #2 in my arms, I exclaimed, “Ze is *definitely* smaller than #1 was!” Wrong on both counts, ze was bigger (two ounces and an inch and a quarter – not a dramatic difference, but it highlights how used to toddler 1; newborns are tiny!) I felt the opposite about the hospital w/ #2 – I wanted to stay longer, because I was really anxious about integrating the two and having the toddler climb all over me, and I wanted time alone w/2.
Congrats! Swaddle blankets are amazing if you haven’t seen them. We’ve used the miracle blanket and then another one with Velcro, the name escapes me. If you have a strong baby ze might learn to break out of a normal blanket quickly.
We had a ton of all sorts of kinds of things for swaddling with #1, but DC1’s hatred of swaddling was only eclipsed by hir hatred of the car seat, so we never used them. (Ze did eventually get used to the car seat once it started taking hir to daycare, which ze loved.) We looked for them, but either they’re packed away someplace that doesn’t make sense or we gave them to someone with a baby who could actually use them.
… as an aside, I never found the swaddling blankets very helpful. Because, you know, there’s always someone who nay-says whatever everyone else is endorsing. But that said, I’m totally in favor of the idea of trying a swaddling blanket and seeing if it works for you because, hey, small babies: hard work.
I liked the linen blankets for swaddling because they were big but not bulky. Also, my oldest like to be swaddled but only if he could have one arm out of the swaddle and I found regular blankets easier than the special swaddlers for that.
A hearty congratulations to each and all! Do you think the super-baby strength is really attributable to the amount of amniotic fluid in the womb — Or could it be ze picked up on the whole Olympic vibe and came into the world ready to rumble? I don’t know much (anything!) about babies, but, well, I like that theory.
So far DC1 has been loving being the center of attention with all hir favorite relatives (most of whom came expecting the baby to be born 3 weeks before ze was). Otherwise ze’s been pretty much taking things in stride and is very gentle with the new baby.
I missed this post somehow, but was reminded of it when I saw your Links this week. Congrats on the new baby! May your recovery involve a bit of wheat or sweets (some cake perhaps?) since you’ve been so restricted these past few months!
Congratulations! Somehow, I missed the reporting of this event. Back in the 60s, swaddling was not something I ever heard about. But, instinctively, perhaps, I knew that holding down flailing arms and legs as I held my babies, calmed them. I then taught other young mothers to hold the baby to their chests (to hear mother’s heartbeat) and hold down arms and legs ad only whisper. These women were jiggling babies who had arms and legs flailing and were inconsolable. The mothers were also being very loud. Their actions jarred me.
My daughter swaddled hers. He looked like a sausage. I was amused but did not dare say so. Of course, she did not have to hold him to immobilize him.
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