Miss Olivia Moonpie turned four weeks old last night. In celebration of that event, her mommy and daddy actually gave themselves a night off. Normally, we visit at least once per nursing shift but yesterday we were both up there at 9am, then I was there at 2:45. Dad joined us at 3:45, and then he went back up there by himself to give her a bottle at 6pm. It felt very strange not to be scarfing down our dinner so we could get to the NICU by 8pm, visit for a couple of hours, then drag our exhausted behinds home somewhere between 10 and 11. However, I think we are going to try to make Saturday nights just Mommy and Daddy nights by spending more time there during the day.
In case you were curious, this is how our weekday schedule usually goes:
Midnight – Mommy pumps for 25 minutes
1am-3am – sleep like the dead
4am – Mommy pumps for 25 minutes and then makes Daddy wake up to bag, tag, and freeze the milk
6am – Daddy gets up and starts working
7am – Mommy pumps, showers, eats, and gets dressed
8:30am – Mommy and Daddy are hopefully on their way to the NICU for a morning visit and to try to catch the neonatologist for the latest update.
10am – Heading back home
11am – Daddy is back at the dining table working while Mommy pumps for 25-30 minutes
noon-ish – lunch
1pm – Mommy pumps
2pm – Ideally, Mommy takes a nap, but typically she tries to do laundry or some other chore
3pm – see 2pm…although now that Olivia Moonpie is allowed to try non-nutrative nursing, Mommy may start trying to be at the NICU for this feeding.
4pm – Mommy pumps
5pm – Mommy starts fixing dinner and trying to get Daddy to wrap up work
6pm – dinner
7pm – more f@#&^ing pumping 😉 (I know why I’m doing it, and I wouldn’t stop for anything, but boy howdy is it exhausting/uncomfortable/disruptive/time consuming)
7:30pm – back to the NICU
8-10pm – A nice visit with the Moonpie, a chance for Daddy to give her a bottle and a trip to the parents’ room to pump for Mommy
10:30/11:00 – back home to fall into bed for a bit
Somewhere in all of that, we shower, play with the cats, put gas in the car, go to the grocery store, try to clean the house in bits and pieces and maybe even talk to one another. I’m not complaining. I will do anything for Olivia Moonpie and I know when she comes home it will be much saner. That 25 minute drive each way to the NICU eats up a lot of time, as does the pumping what with the washing of the hands, setting up the parts, getting settled, actually pumping, bag and tag, cleaning up, and sterilizing.
But, that’s not why you’re reading this. Olivia Moonpie is four pounds, 2.6 ounces. She has chubby cheeks and little dimples on the backs of her hands. She spends her time trying not to be swallowed up by her newborn sized pajamas (she’s too long for preemie sizes), sleeping, and looking around. She is doing really really well learning to drink from the bottle. She’s not quite as interested in the whole nursing thing, but I’m trying not to take it personally and will keep working on it with her. At her measurement last Sunday, she was still 17″, which makes us think that the first time she measured that might not have been correct. She’s very wiggly, which makes it hard to be accurate! She has lots of dark hair and her eyelashes are starting to get darker. I have tons and tons of photos that I just need to get off the camera. She met her Momom (my mother) and even got to cuddle with her this past week. She also got to finally meet her big half-brother who had to get over his cough before we would let him visit. At 16, he was about as impressed with a tiny baby as you might expect. 😉 Her bedroom here at home is almost finished…I just need to make the curtains and get some artwork on the walls. Yes, I will post pictures.
Shannon’s co-workers threw me a baby shower last Friday that was a lot of fun. I’ve really missed getting to be around other people and it was VERY nice to get to go somewhere other than the hospital! They gave Olivia Moonpie some lovely gifts that I can’t wait for her to get to use. I really hope she can come home soon. Next week, we’re going to see if the doctor can give us an idea of when that might be.
Every so often, I get blindsided by the what-could-have-beens. It’s hard to escape from that. We’ve had to tell the twins’ story over and over and some of the things we’re using in her bedroom were originally purchased for the twins. There are moments when my heart gets squeezed just a bit too hard. If they were here, she probably wouldn’t be, and that would be awful, but I miss them so very very much. She’s doing all those little things that they never got to. I try not to fall into that trap too often, but sometimes you forget to look for the pit and before you know it….
Ok, gotta run. Can’t get too off schedule!