My parents ended up visiting us around 7:30 on the day Barrett was born. We ended up spending one more night in the hospital before coming home. Barrett slept pretty much the whole time in the hospital. Saturday afternoon he was a bit more alert, but still not crying. He did cry though when Kellie tried to play dress up (notice the picture with him in a white gown and oversized hat. The clothes we brought for him to wear home and take his picture in are WAY too big!). Since none of the clothes we brought fit, he had to wear the onsies the hospital provided.
We left the hospital Saturday night and my folks came over for dinner. They brought pizza and we all just hung out and passed around Barrett. It was here that my mom gave us the blanket she has toiled over since Thanksgiving - we love it! Once everyone left, Kellie fed boy one last time before putting him down for bed (he did perfect the night before and we had hoped for more or less the same...instead we were baptized by fire). He ate for ~40 minutes, which had been the longest feeding so far, but when we put him to bed he still acted hungry. He was making faces, gnawing at his blanket, & crying. We checked his diaper, took a blanket off him in case he was too warm, and even tried to feed him some more. Nothing seemed to work. We finally gave him a pacifier, which Kellie wasn't thrilled about. So for his first night home, he didn't really sleep that well. In the end, we think his tylenol from the circumcision was wearing off and he was feeling some discomfort. Anyway, since Barrett was having trouble sleeping so did we! We (ME!) kept having to wake up and console him or reinsert the pacifier. Finally, at about 7:00am Kellie brought him to bed to nurse and they both fell asleep before it was all over. We all got about an hour and a half to two hours at that point with no disruptions and it was nice. Kellie doesn't want to start bad habits but it was nice. We are hoping tonight will be a little better and he will sleep from feeding to feeding. We tried to have some interactive time after his feedings during the day today in hopes that he will be a bit sleepier tonight. We'll keep you all updated. Enjoy the pics!
Barrett Scott with mom and dad
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Barrett Scott with Grandma & Great Grandma
I loved all the pictures. I don't think people ever get tired of looking at babies. And I liked the pictures of the grownups too -- it's strange to think of my grandson Stephen now rating grownup status -- based on a six-pound little wonder.
Sue, I noticed Kellie being taken out of the hospital in a wheelchair. Do you remember in Denver, when I asked for a wheelchair for you, the nurses stared at me and asked, "Why?" And I said you had just had a baby. And they said, "Yes?" "And?" All the other mothers being discharged that day marched through the doors holding their little bundles, but I prevailed (for once) and I got you a wheelchair. I think you were embarrassed, but possibly relieved as well.
Minnesotans probably march out in the same way as the folks in Colorado, but I think a wheelchair is a better way on that day.
Comments? Anyone?
Grandma,
I actually felt a little funny riding around in the wheelchair since I was feeling pretty good or at least I felt as though I could walk well enough. They insisted that I ride in the wheelchair. They wouldn't even let me hold the baby carrier, Stephen had to wait for me to sit down then give it to me. I think they are so afraid of being liable that they take every precaution necessary.
It was interesting, however that the man who wheeled me out asked Stephen if he was a beer drinker. He went on to tell him that the Northside Hospital "jug" I was given for my water was great for beer. He added, "You can even take it in the car!" They may be big on safety but I am not sure how law abiding they are in other areas.
I love seeing these pictures. Barrett looks so precious and sweet. That picture of him in his oversize outfit is adorable.
Stephen, your depiction of your first night home was reminiscent of my first night home with my newborn son. Michael asked me at some point during the early hours the next day, "is it my imagination, or was that kid up and crying all night?" I cried easily after he was born, and calling my little angel a "kid" undid me. (if it's any consolation - he sleeps well now. Actually, he gets himself up and out of the door every day for 6:30 a.m. while I sleep.)
Congratulations Stephen & Kellie! And Grandma Sue and Great-Grandma Ginnie! He's such a cutie! The clothes will fit better soon enough. I've got an adorable picture of Brian wearing an oversized baseball outfit with his little bird legs hanging out and it's just comical! Add to that the size 0 shoes/booties so he looked like a clown in training. Brian was 7 lbs 6 oz. Big difference between my guys too, Danny was 8-4. Gowns are so much easier when you're changing the diapers regularly.
Every hospital stay I've had whether it be baby delivery or same-day surgery has always ended with me being pushed around in a wheelchair. The hospital does not want the liability of a fall from their patients. Someone had to hold the flowers on the way to the car! Did they also make sure your baby car seat was installed properly? Nurse Ratchet tugged and pulled every which way to make sure Paul had done it right. Can't go home without one!
How is Flick handling the new intruder in her house?
Keeping it all in the (extended) family... Little Barrett shares a birthday with his great-great Auntie Pat. Mom just had her 77th birthday on the 25th. Granted she didn't know if she was 25 or 32 but that's another story!