A few minutes after Jackson was born, the nurse presented us with this certificate. Baby feet!
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New baby first doc visit 100% successful
Jackson had his new baby first visit to the doctors today. Sadly he was late for his first visit. I’d like to say it was his fault — some sort of diaper breach or mass hysteria or hiding under the couch so we couldn’t find him or something — but no, it was the total fault of Mike and me. We set the alarm for 7:00; the alarm went off at 7:00; the turn off the alarm button was pushed at 7:01; and then we slept until 8:00. Our bad! Fortunately it was a crowded day at the office with the Monday holiday so we called and said we’d be late and it was not a problem.
The doc was very nice – she went through our family histories, asked about input/output and gave him the thumbs up on the jaundice. We weighed him again – he started off life at 7 lbs 7 oz, dropped down to 7 lbs .08 oz when we left on Sunday, and today he was at 7 lbs 6 oz. However, since it’s a different scale than the hospital, we’re going back on Friday to re-weigh him and make sure he’s still on an upswing. Given how much he likes to eat and has been eating lately, we’re pretty sure that won’t be a problem.
On that note, we were told that we should in fact continue to wake him up and feed him at least every 3 hours for the time being. Jaundice makes babies super sleepy, and since getting fluids through his system is how you flush out the problematic toxins, we need to make sure he’s doing the maximum input/output cycle until he shows that jaundice who’s boss. Also, Mike just loves it when he gets those output surprises when he changes the diapers, and who in their right mind wouldn’t want to maximize the fun there too?!?! WoooHooo! Surprise streaming liquid explosions of delight, how you never cease to amaze and entertain us!
k
Jackson is in the house
We brought Jackson home from the hospital last nite!!!
We had brilliant plans of writing amusing and witty text to accompany the super cool logo my brother Jason made for Jackson in preparation for his birth, but then that was before we had to get up and feed a small person every 3 hours and back when we actually had witty and amusing thoughts. Or just thoughts. Now we’re just happy that we’re breathing, currently with the added bonus that we’re dressed and relatively clean.
In all fairness, our first nite went really well. Not to jinx it — knock on completely synthetic computer keyboard — but I feel like we really won the baby lottery. In that vein, you may find it of interest to note the eerie coincidence that he *was* born at 7:33 weighing 7 lbs 7 oz, on 8-28-08 and Mike did say something about lucky 7’s and if there are lucky 8’s, I’m taking them too… He never cried – not even because he was hungry so we actually had to wake him up to feed him. We think perhaps we didn’t get him up enough (we got him up every 4 hrs meaning he ate about every 3.25 hrs, since he eats for 45 min or so at a time,) because by this morning he seemed to not to want to stop eating. I guess we’ll get him up every 3 hrs tonite and see how that goes. A fine eater to be sure!
But seriously, a quiet baby and a cute one at that if I do say so myself as a completely biased person??? Not a bad gig at all. No guarantees this will last, but we at least enjoyed it the one nite we had it.
I’m now going to eat as I don’t know how long I will have full access to my own person to do such self indulgent things as eat, and I’m going to take advantage of this while I can.
Happy nourishment to all!
k
Blinded by the light
Jackson’s picked up a case of the jaundice. So he’s expressing his inner Californian under the sun lamps, getting some light to break down the excess bilirubin. We hope to take him home tomorrow.
Kirsten will be discharged this afternoon, and she is very happy to be leaving our 76 square foot hospital room. We have had some nice walks down the hallway, but she would really like to get out and see the world again – she hasn’t been out of the maternity ward since we got here on Tuesday. So we’ll go home, get a good night’s rest, and then (we hope) bring the boy home tomorrow.
I took some photos while he was under the lights. You ride the sunlamp in just a hat, diaper and eyeshades. Kirsten said “Looks a little like a wacked-out snowboarding dude.” Maybe there’s hope for this one.
Sadly, when you’re under the lamp, you don’t get to be all wrapped up like a deuce, nor do you get to be a roller in the night. But there was some neat tech at play nonetheless. Besides the expected — a warmer lamp, UV aquarium lamp for the top — they also have a UV lamp for underneath the baby. The blue glow you’ll see under him is from a cushion that’s connected by fiber optic cable to a second UV lamp outside the enclosure. That was pretty neat.
More photos in the gallery.
Larger photo gallery uploaded
I’ve uploaded more photos from Jackson’s debut. Enjoy.
Two more photos
Jackson Graven Jaglo
Jackson Graven Jaglo was born today, August 28 at 07:33 a.m.
He’s seven pounds, seven ounces, and is twenty inches long.
Everybody’s doing just great.
Kid hired a lawyer…
…and is contesting the eviction.
No significant progress to report, despite the application of some Science. Kirsten is asleep now, and we’re waiting another couple of hours to see what happens next. But no, I will not be live blogging.
Vital signs on mom and baby all fine.
Also, Tara: “Gender.” There you go.
Solid State change scheduled today…
eeeek!
Well I think that sums it up pretty well.
I was really hoping that Graglo was going to be a good baby and listen to me and come out on Saturday as we had previously discussed but no such luck. Well I had discussed and I’d figured Graglo had been listening, but I suppose they say kids never listen anyway, and Mike did point out that Graglo’s language comprehension is probably pretty low so perhaps Graglo didn’t understand, but I swear I saw nodding…. Anyway, clearly that didn’t happen. Graglo is still firmly planted in my midsection and hasn’t really shown any interest in a phase change at all. I’m guessing it’s not quite as uncomfortable for the baby as it is for me- I feel like my torso has reached maximum capacity, that it’s like a balloon over filled with air and ready to pop and it’s getting crowded in there- in fact it kinda feels like lobster claws poking at my pelvic bones most of the time. I do realize that there is a very low probability of anything lobsterlike in my uterus and that it’s probably my pelvic bones being stretched, but despite the whole ‘truth’ and ‘knowledge’ thing about what’s really happening, it still does feel like little red pincers.
BUT exoskeleton or no exoskeleton, in 6 hrs, our little lovechildlobster will be assisted on the process out- which is exciting and scary and I’m not quite sure how to wrap my mind around it, but there you have it. Here’s to quick deliveries and internal skeletons and healthy normal babies!
k