As Trev told you below, Eve was born in the early hours of Tuesday morning via caesarean section after a lot of hooting, hollering, and laughing (nitrous oxide: I recommend it). I was put under a general anasthetic for the procedure and did not actually meet my Bean until 3 am. But Bean was well-looked after by her Papa and Grandmother in the meantime. In spite of all the worries about fetal distress during labor, Bean is a hale and healthy infant, whose Apgar scores were 9 and 10, respectively.
Bean spent the rest of her first day on the Outside sleeping, nursing, and being clumsily handled by her battered mother, who was addled by morphine and stuck full of tubes. Fortunately her Papa turned up in the afternoon and was able to provide competent care, including deft nappy changes and cuddles.
On Wednesday Bean and her Mum were on better terms. She met her paternal grandparents and had many pictures taken, including this one:
With which her dad is rather pleased, as he should be.
Thursday was more of the same at the hospital. Bean’s maternal grandmother came to visit her one last time before heading back to America. Bean will see her again in July, and will also get to meet her aunts and grandfather then. Bean’s mother feels bad about living so far away from her family sometimes, but more so lately.
Thursday night was rough. Bean and Mum were up for literally the whole night, trying to get Bean fed properly, but Mum couldn’t hack it. She was able to get Bean to settle while singing songs from the Beatles’ White Album, but that only provided a distraction from Bean’s hunger.
As a result, on Friday, the day they were hoping to leave the hospital, Bean was weighed and had lost more than 10% of her body weight since birth. So the hospital refused to discharge them. Bean’s Mum was very distraught about this, but with the help of some kindly midwives and an intensive feeding program (including formula supplementation via a cup), Bean put on weight like a boxer. She was ready to go on Saturday, and she and Mum and Dad all went home and snuggled in bed together for a bit. Bean is a very obliging baby and only wakes once in the night for a feed.
On Sunday the community midwife turned up and called Bean “bonny”, which was nice, but then did a newborn heel-prick test, which wasn’t fun at all. She also took out Mum’s stitches, which made Mum feel a little more mobile. Mum is very impatient with herself and doesn’t like being laid up.
Monday Dad went back to work. Bean and Mum worked out some kinks with the catering and went for a brief excursion outside in the garden using the Sleepy Wrap aunt Ann gave them. The Sleepy Wrap is terrific (it’s letting Mum type this update). Bean and Mum may venture to the park later this week if Mum feels up to it. In the afternoon, Dad came home and found the umbilical stump had fallen off while changing Bean’s nappy.
Mum did not heed people’s advice to “sleep when the baby sleeps” and so on Tuesday Mum and Bean stayed in the bedroom until after 1 pm. Mum noticed that Bean is starting to look around at her surroundings more. She likes the white lamp against the blue wall in the bedroom and the pink cyclamens on the living room windowsill. She will happily stare at Dad’s face for a long while, and has begun to track the cats as they move across the room. She is also learning not to scratch her face, and seems to know that people like you to smile at them, so she tries to, though she is not yet aware what smiling means or who she is smiling at, really.
She is, after all, only one week old.