On Not Camping

Okay, so we didn't actually end up camping a couple of weekends ago for a number of reasons, but the clincher was the weather. The days were forecasted to be beautiful - sunny and 70 degrees, but the nights were to be in the mid-40s. I have no doubt that we could have done it, but I just didn't want to make our first experience camping with Kieran any more stressful than it (I'm sure) already will be. Middle of the night feedings and diaper changes while trying to keep warm just didn't sound that appealing - especially on top of a fussier-than-normal couple of weeks. Can two weeks in the life of an infant be out of the norm, or is that simply called a change in habits? Luckily, it seems to have been (mostly) a jut out of normalcy. But I digress...


While we didn't go camping, we did have a pleasant hike up in Sleepy Creek and a great campfire dinner up in our clearing with Ali and Jim and their kids, Sawyer and Delaney. Really, with three of us holding sleeping or sleepy children, PJ was the one who did most of the cooking. We had pizza mountain pies, sausages (fake, for those meat-eaters wondering), and s'mores. Mmm. I love campfires.

Two Months

Kieran had his two-month appointment yesterday. He's now 11 pounds 8 ounces and is 24 inches long. I can't believe how much he's grown in just two months. His neck and leg muscles are really strong, he can move himself around quite a lot when he's laying down, and he's talking up a storm. He coos and gurgles and giggles; last night we even got a squeal. I figure in a couple years I'll be posting about how I wish he would stop talking just once in a while, but for now I just love to hear him talk.

Firsts

A couple of weeks ago, Kieran had his first "hike" out at Cacapon State Park. Actually, it was also my first hike post-partum, which left me sore but happy. Kieran mostly slept in the Bjorn.

Kieran also got really engaged with his play gym (or whatever they call it) for the first time the other day. Check out the video:

We have also scheduled Kieran's first camping trip. We're going to go to Shenandoah National Park in September, with the caveat that if it's cold and rainy we're ditching the plan!

For the Sake of Veracity

We had our post-partum meeting with our doula last weekend to process the birth and also the prenatal preparation. Celeste set us straight on the timeline of events a little bit. Things were so crazy that I got them a little out of order. So:

1. Convinced doctor to wait on the internal monitor.
2. Doctor checked my progress and broke my water.
3. Baby's heart rate kept dipping, and no change of position would help.
4. Doctor attached internal monitor to baby.

And the rest proceeded from there. I just couldn't leave inaccuracies floating out here!

The Six Onesie Day

We (and by "we" I mean Kieran) achieved a new record today: 6 onesies. Of course, this is presuming he doesn't lay waste to another one in the next two and a half hours. Sheesh. I got to deal with one blowout in the service center of a car dealership. One involved a clothing change for me, too. For PJ, one came seconds after he boasted that the baby had never had a fountain moment when he was changing him. Ha!

One Month

I can't believe it's been a month since Kieran's birth.

The Birth, Not the Baby

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't angry, sad, and grieving over the cesarean section. You're probably thinking something along the lines of, "Well, but you have a healthy baby, and that's what matters." However, the message that the end justifies the means is an inappropriate one here. Yes, my beautiful, healthy baby boy matters, but he's an entirely different topic from the manner of his birth.

I'm grieving over the loss of my birth experience. I knew that I might not have my ideal birth as I'd envisioned it, but, wow, I never thought I'd end up with a totally medicalized birth. It's not about feeling disappointed with my body; I know that some women do feel that they failed in some way. For me it's about missing out on the full experience of a natural labor, pushing my child into the world and being the first to greet him as he lay on my chest. Kieran will be my only child, and I wanted that elemental, primal experience with him.

I'll never know if Kieran's birth could have been different, and that keeps me from being entirely at peace with it. I know that I should probably be grateful that I live in a time and country in which we have the knowledge and skill to deliver babies and mothers that are in danger and might otherwise die or be horribly injured. But I don't know that my c-section was inevitable. Was there any point along the chain of decisions where we might have avoided the c-section? It doesn't help that the doctor who performed the surgery was the doctor I liked and trusted least out of all the doctors I saw in the practice.

I went to a La Leche League meeting this week, where I ended up in a discussion about birth. When asked about my own experience, I mentioned my disappointment in the c-section. (Don't worry, I didn't go on and on about it like here or anything! I stayed up-beat.) One woman, who had three children with her, proceeded to gush about all of her birth experiences and how beautiful they were and how she just loves birth. I don't begrudge her her wonderful births, but hearing about them did make my heart ache. I'm moving through the grief; at some point I will be able to put it away for good.