After spending the first night at the hospital together we decided that Bill should go home for Sam’s second night so that at least one of us got a good night’s sleep. He arrived back at the hospital looking much more refreshed and ready to love on his son:
Saturday – Two days old.
Bill’s been doing a grand job looking after me and Sam. The first night at home was a pretty sleepless one as between feeds Sam would not settle and would only be quiet when held. Sunday morning Bill looked after Sam (he curled up with his son and watched Sin City!…I’m not sure that’s appropriate for his first movie!), did housework and let me catch up on sleep a few hours at a time. When I had recovered sufficiently to be up and about myself, look what I found:
Sunday – Three days old.
Another sleepless night followed, especially as my milk was coming in and I had to step up the feedings in order to keep from becoming too engorged, swollen and painful. Every two hours Sam got to feed and hubby and I were completely exhausted by the end of it.
Sam has his moments of alertness when he peers wide eyed at the world. At those times he gets handed over for daddy time while mummy either passes out or stocks up on food herself ready for the next feed.
Monday – Four days old.