This post could alternately be titled Simon’s First Night With Absolutely Clueless Caregivers, but he’s alive and in pretty good shape this morning so I’m sticking with the title I’ve given it.
Simon was finally discharged yesterday at about 4:00PM, and with help from Grandma and Bubbie, managed his first hour at home reletively uneventfully. Then he started shrieking like mad for about two hours straight, Grandma and Bubbie beat a path to the door, and I tried to console him in every way I could think to while I kept thinking to myself, “I really don’t want to be the parent that freaks out the very first night.”
Eventually Simon chilled out and managed a three hour nap, during which he was visited by his very excited Zadie and Nana, and his Uncle Steve, who had no idea why I was having such a rough time of it earlier with such a peaceful little guy.
As soon as the witnesses left, Simon went back to the crying thing. The rest of the night was a flurry of crying, feeding and diaper changes that kept me awake almost the whole night. Thankfully, Jessica decided to give him another go at breastfeeding at around 7:00 AM, and Simon nailed it, latching on beautifully and chug-chug-chuggin’ away for the first time. This is gonna save us a ton of time in pumping and bottle prep.
We’re off to the hospital now to have his bilirubin numbers checked. Back soon!