Last Friday, after seeing the high risk doctor, finally getting my 35 week ultrasound, and being stuck at least 16 times with needles, Charlie was delivered at 12:52pm. 5lbs, 1oz, 18.25 inches long. I'd say it was a relatively routine C-section, but apparently it wasn't entirely. Dr J made the incision too small, I bled too much, Charlie didn't cry quick enough, and then I had an allergic reaction to my medication. It was an eventful lunch time hour to say the least.
Once they stabilized both of us and we both realized he was on the outside of me, things calmed down. And ya'll, he's perfect! Born at 35 weeks and 1 day, he had some immediate breathing issues, but they stabilized by the end of the day. His blood sugar leveled out after a day or so. He's still a smidge jaundiced, but not bad enough for treatment.
We've learned a few things about our little horse in the last week... he looks more like Bob than me, which is fine, because I wanted him to look like his Daddy. He hates to have his diaper changed. I mean, HATES IT. If he pulls his hat down over his eyes, he gets super pissy. He's a fan of boobs. He doesn't love to sleep between 3am-5am. He still doesn't fit into preemie clothes. He is Hank's new favorite thing to sniff. Oh, and he's perfect.
I still can't believe he's here. I still feel like I'll have to give him back at some point, that I'm not really going to be able to keep him. It still seems like I'm pretending to be a Mom, and that this is a dream. A really good one, but still a dream.
So. I give you one week of Charlie in photos.
