Its been a few months since I've posted but there is so much to record now. Here is my status up date from facebook last night....
"Nathan, Heather and I are all safe and sound at home already. After being at the hospital for the most part since Wednesday evening. The staff of the Labor & Delivery and maternity wards were all phenomenal. Thank you to the small handfull of people that came out to meet our little Nathan. It's good to finally be home for good. Thank you so much to Amber for coming by and straightening our house up for us, we left unexpectedly and therefore with a mess. Leaving the hospital was very emotional for us both because we've given up our safety net and have to face the real world. Grandparents came to help us out at home, but now it's just the three of us ready to settle down and move forward. Let us know if anyone is interested in stopping by and meeting our little guy, just ask."
Wednesday my wife lost her mucus plug and later that evening started having slight contractions. The doctor suggested that we go the hospital to be monitored for a bit and we wound up staying the night. The next morning my wife thought she pissed her self but after a swab test we realized we weren't going home anytime soon. Over the next twelve hours she started having more painful contractions but she wasn't dialating too much. Unfortunately she also had to get her epidural done twice... but once that was in place and she was numbed out, things started moving. I felt totally helpless through the day because she was in pain and I could do absolutely nothing at all to help. On a lighter note... we were only in active labor for maybe 30 minutes. When they let her start pushing, she started pushing. And before you know it, our little baby boy was here.
Nathan Palmer Wiglusz
12/13/12 @ 5:30pm
6lb 9oz 19.75"
Our little guy, even though a good weight was born at only 35.5 weeks so we must worry about him being premature. He was due January 12 even though the ultrasounds said Jan. 7th. So clearly going to the hospital on 12/12 was kind of shock. But for being premature he's doing wonderful, didn't need incubation, oxygen or anything. The only thing is his bilirubin levels are a little high, so we have to keep an eye on that and keep him in the sun.
Worst part is having your son be born on Thursday night, and then on Friday some asshole shoots up an elementary school as your sitting there with your newborn. Not so bad then, but when you see the list of victims born in 2005/06 I seriously broke down and cried. The wife left the room for a half hour and it was near feeding time so I gave it a shot, and freaked out because he was to tired to eat and wasn't reacting to the bottle. Put him back in his "crib" and under the light, because I was aware he hated that and knew he'd react. I hate feeling powerless and helpless. He's half the size of my cat for Christ's sake. As we drove away from the hospital... I got upset again like the novelty had worn off and it was time to face the real world. Scared me because I can't just yell or push a button and have a nurse or doctor there.
Now just to get used to this whole schedule thing. Last night was rough on sleep, but I think mostly because we're still just getting used to everything. Figuring out the whole feeding thing and everything else. As tired and frustrated as I was, I am so proud to have my little guy and wishing with every cry he had, wishing I could just take his pain away. As much as I felt it with my wife, I know now even more what it's like to completely put someone else's happiness before your own.