William’s first 48 hours were full of joy, and yawns, considering I had him at 3 in the morning on Friday, and we did not sleep a wink.
We ended up staying in the hospital until Sunday morning due to breastfeeding/latching problems, and I was set on being comfortable with it before we left the support of staff and nurses at CDH.
Due to me only pushing for 10 minutes, it didn’t give William a chance to spit out the salvia and fluids that most newborns spit out in the birth canal, therefore for his first few days he gagged a lot, and didn’t really have an interest in eating.
In the delivery room we tried and tried to get him to latch but he was not having it.. I mean, it’s hard work when you’ve been fed by your belly button for the last 9 months.. Learn something new? No way! I was reassured that he would get it in time. So we tried the nipple shield, still no luck.. we’ll try again later. We went into our room at the hospital, and basically cuddled our sweet boy in bed until the morning, then breakfast, and some family and friends started visiting. William had his first bath with help from the nurse, he was so cute!(I’ll include a picture of Chris and I before the bath). Afterwards we tried breastfeeding again with no luck. So, I was recommended to just self express some colostrum and put it in his mouth, which seemed to work for a bit. With his quick 2 suck latch, and the self expressing, he seemed to be getting fed, considering his stomach was the size of a marble. He dropped about 6% of his birth weight, but was gaining back quickly so the nurses and my midwife weren’t concerned.
My midwife then introduced the breast pump so I would promote getting my supply in. So I pumped colostrum and we ended up feeding him through a syringe while he was “latched” (or trying to latch).
Finally on Saturday night he was latching with the nipple shield, and I was confident we were going to get rid of it soon (which we did at a week and a half). The nurses said I could go home Saturday night if I wanted, but Chris had just ordered pizza and I felt bad to have my on call midwife come in just to discharge me, so we waited until the morning.
We were so excited to be heading home from the hospital come Sunday morning. William had barely fit into his newborn sized clothes which are nice and snug on him now.
It was official; we were going home with our baby!