Sorry this post has been so delayed. Life with the new bambino (yes, it’s a boy!) has been, well, let’s just say busy. Last night was the first night Kellan waited at least two hours between feeds. I feel like a hundred dollars. Right now the old baby is at school and the new baby is napping and I am alert enough to type.
Kellan Robert was born on Wednesday, August 25 at 2:43 AM, weighing a hefty 8 lbs. – 9.7 oz. Not too shabby for more than a week early. He measured 20.5 inches in length and entered the world howling and peeing on the doctors.
This birth experience was quite different from Liam’s. I actually went into labor (and don’t recommend it) on Tuesday night. Blame it on the full moon. The hospital was a bit of a zoo (full moon), but they decided rather quickly to bump me to the front of the line for our C. It was definitely more unnerving than waltzing into the hospital at the scheduled time (with no contractions at all) for Liam’s birth, but everything went smoothly and Kellan arrived healthy and strong.
We spent three nights in the hospital while Liam partied with the grandparents. Seriously, the boy didn’t miss us at all. It was such a relief that Liam didn’t freak out. He absolutely adores “his” baby. The only disruption in Liam’s routine had been early wake ups. Since we got home Liam had been getting up between 5:15 – 5:30, much too early. I think, however, that had more to do with his second upper canine tooth finally poking through yesterday than with Kellan. Today he slept until 6:15. Back to normal, I hope.
Our Kellan left the hospital on Saturday weighing 8 lbs – 2 oz. He’s a fantastic eater. No latch issues at all, unless you count mommy’s pain at the crazy hard suck this boy has. By his 1 week doctor visit on Wednesday, Piglet’s weight was up to 8 lbs – 12 oz. That’s 10 oz in 4 days for those of you not interested in doing the math. Oy. He had been (until yesterday) eating every hour to hour and a half around the clock. One word – “moo.”
Kellan is quite the snuggler and loves sleeping on daddy’s chest. If I remember correctly, I used to like that too… He’s becoming more and more alert with each day and starting to mirror facial expressions. It’s really too cute. It’s funny how different this feels the second time around. There’s much less self-induced stress and it’s much, much easier to just enjoy that little warm body. We’re so lucky…even if I don’t get to make any more ruffles.
We’ll go for another well check next week and I’ll do my best to keep you posted in a more timely manner from here on out. The new boss is waking, gotta run.
Here’s the new photo album.