They finally released us from hospital at 10:30pm. Fresh air never felt so good. Stacey drove us home and after nearly a week away, my house finally felt like a proper home. I looked into my living room, a bit mystified. The last time I'd been here, I was in agony screaming into a pillow.
I cried a bit from the happiness and relief of returning home, feeling lucky to be alive and with my precious boy who was currently asleep in his car-seat.
I had set up a moses basket with rocking stand in our room for baby to sleep in. I immediately moved it so it was nestled as close to my side of the bed as possible. Then for the rest of the night I couldn't sleep. Every time I lay down I couldn't see my baby, which stressed me out. The cot at the hospital was clear plastic so I could always see him through the side, and I'd gotten used to that. I kept freaking out scared that he would stop breathing and I missed that orange button you could push for a midwife at any time of day or night. Suddenly there was no medical staff on hand, no medical equipment and we were alone with our baby, his safety and health completely in our hands. I just stared over his crib for most of the night watching his little chest rise and fall.
It only took a few days before I couldn't hack the moses basket anymore, and we bought a next to me crib with drop down side. Now I was more chilled, so I highly recommend these for first time parents. I can now glance over whenever I need to and see that baby is doing fine during the night, and when he wakes for a feed I can slide him over to me, nurse him in bed and then slide him back to his own crib. Its better for peace of mind and for my own sleep needs.
No comments:
Post a Comment