On Saturday at 6:30pm, Bobby entered his home for the first time! He was 8w2d old (37w gestationally) and 6lb10oz. He came home sleeping but didnt stay that way for long! We put him in the cradle we have downstairs and watched him sleep (and listened to him coo and make "preemie noises") for about an hour until he woke up and we did his diaper and fed him. 1am seemed to be his happy time. He was awake from 12:30am until 2:15am. Mind you, they sleep/eat for 20 hours a day. And he was awake for almost a 2 hour stretch! We ate, sang songs, danced, cuddled.... But no cigar. He wasnt going to sleep. Because the cosleeper wasnt set up, I stayed downstairs on the couch. Peter went back to the hospital for Maya's 2am and he's going back to visit her this morning. I'm taking Bobby for the afternoon and then I'll go back alone tonight.
In not-so-happy news, guess who has a case of mastitis... I mean, Universe: really??? You couldnt share your unlucky love with someone else??? Infertility, Miscarriage, Infant Loss, Preterm Birth... I couldnt just have Breastfeeding??? I mean, in the grand scheme of things, it is such a small thing to ask... I'm still pumping and I started breastfeeding-safe antibiotics, but at this point, instead of pumping 120ml at a pop, I'm lucky if I can get 45-50. They ran out of milk yesterday at the hospital and when we got there, Bobby had a bottle of (gasp) formula. I was devastated (and yes, I understand that he was hungry and it was nourishing, I get that, but this was my last holdout on "normalcy" and was something both Peter and I desperately wanted to do exclusively). We decided that until the mastitis clears up and my milk can flow again that we'll give the majority of the milk to Maya since she is still in the hospital. Which means Bobby drank quite a bit of formula yesterday and today.
And it stinks! Literally! I guess I never really noticed before but after having pumped for so long, I mistakenly thought that formula probably smelled like breast milk. (I know... dumb me on that one...) I'm so used to basking in the smell of breastfed baby that it really shocked me when Bobby burped and it was NOT what I was expecting. Hopefully, we will be able to return to breast milk only soon. The antibiotics end in 10 days and things should be back to normal (or so I hope).
Maya is taking her full bottles and then some! Peter says I cant refer to her as "Chunky Monkey" on the blog because he hates it (I think it is cute!) but suffice it to say she is living up to my name! Her minimum is 50 and she's been taking between 60 and 65! Making up for lost time! She sounds a lot better. Hopefully, this weekend will go by smoothly and Monday will not be a repeat of last week. Assuming she is good on Monday and Tuesday AND she is still taking her bottles, we are hoping to see her home next week!! YAY!! She was moved back into the Transitional Nursery yesterday afternoon, which feels like another good sign.
Well, I have to finish up pumping so that Peter can get on the way to the hospital.