We’re still at the hospital. Sarah is having some very bad surgery pains. The percocet helps, but not much. I feel horrible for her. We should be getting discharged sometime today. The big question is whether we can get Sarah feeling better or not.

The last couple of nights with Tyler have been… interesting. See, the first night of his life was very uneventful. Translation = Quiet. No crying, or screaming, or anything. Just a whimper here or there.

Then he got a bath.

That is when Sarah and I got a taste of just what kind of noise could come out of something so small. He cried and screamed and thrashed all around. I’m pretty sure that Tyler liked the noise of himself crying, because he’s been practicing and honing his pitch and volume ever since.

He’s finally able to latch on to the boob fairly quickly. If you remember, Sarah had to get an epidural. Breastfeeding is pretty difficult when mom gets an epidural. The first couple days were difficult. Now that the drugs are out of her system (and out of his system), he can’t wait to get on the breast.

Here’s what we expected:

Feed on one boob
*burp*
Feed on other boob
*burp*
*sleep*

Here’s what really happened:
Feed on one boob
*try to burp, but get nothing*
*sleep*
*SCREAM*
*burp*
*weird noises and vibrations around his bottom*
*diaper*
*scream*
Feed on other boob for barely a minute or two
*try to burp, but get nothing*
*sleep*
*SCREAM*
*burp*
*sleep*

It’s been fun. The best is in the middle of the night when he starts thrashing around and asking for food, only to fall asleep as soon as he gets close to Sarah’s boob.

Oh, and he has very little interest in a pacifier. yay.

Our midwife, Michelle, came by to check on us around noon today, while on her lunch break. I told her that Tyler is a little Houdini, and has mastered the art of getting out of a swaddle. Not just my swaddles either. I’m talking about nurse swaddles. Swaddles that should be more confining than a straight-jacket. It takes Ty no longer than 3 minutes to wriggle both arms free.

Michelle, angel that she is, said that she would teach us the “master swaddle”. Tyler was screaming during this demonstration. About 10 seconds after she finished, he was sound asleep!!!! It’s been about 2 hours now, and he’s still sound asleep.

Where the heck was she 24 hours ago!?!?!?!!?

Our family doctor came by today to check Tyler out. She had to remove the swaddle to do so, so I got to practice the master swaddle. Mine isn’t as “clean” looking as Michelle’s, but he quit crying immediately after I finished turning him into a burrito.

Best. parenting. trick. EVER!!!

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