Oliver: 6 months old

Here is what’s been happening in the past few months!

2 MONTHS OLD
December 23 – January 22
– Daddy was very sick so we stayed home for Oliver’s first Christmas instead of going to family celebrations in Kingston
– We went to our church’s Candlelight Service on Christmas Eve
– On Christmas Day we Skyped with everyone at Oma’s
– On December 31st Oliver received his second RSV shot; that evening Uncle Luke & Aunt Katelyn arrived for a 4-day visit
– Oliver weighed 11 lb 14 oz on January 6th, length 23 inches, and head circumference 40 cm; this showed no weight gain since end of December
– Drove to Kingston on January 7th for the weekend; hung out with Oma, went shopping with Aunt Keesje, and Oliver met my Uncle Dale and Aunt Margaret
– Oliver weighed 12 lb 3 oz on January 13th
– January 16th marked one year that my baby girl Khloë has been in Heaven
– On January 21st Oliver received his fourth injection of Nusinersen (IONIS-SMNrx) in Boston with Dr Swoboda; he had the CHOP-INTEND physio test in the morning and injection was scheduled for late afternoon in the OR with sedation; he weighed 12 lb 5 oz, length 23.5 inches, head circumference 40 cm, chest circumference 40.5 cm
– Packed away Oliver’s 3 month onesies and pulled out size 6 month; he was still in size 2 diapers


2 months old

2 months old

3 MONTHS OLD
January 23 – February 22
– Kicking his legs, waving his arms and holding his head up are major milestones
– Oliver was becoming interested in toys dangling in front of him; he smiled and cooed a lot
– Jordan and I celebrated 10 years together on February 2nd
– Oliver weighed 12 lb 9 oz on January 28th; this showed very little weight gain in 18 days and a half inch gain in length; Dr Swoboda recommended a swallow study to rule out swallowing issues
– He started showing signs of silent reflux (twisting and arching while breastfeeding, crying, needing to be upright often); he was prescribed ranitidine
– On February 4th Mary from Infant Development met Oliver; later he received his third RSV shot
– Nanny & Papa visited from February 5 – 10th; Oliver enjoyed having “conversations” with them
– Oliver lifted his head up, for the first time, while propped on a nursing pillow
– Struggled with getting him to take a bottle; he gagged on everything I tried
– By the middle of the month I moved Oliver into size 6 month pants and size 9 month onesies; also switched to size 3 diapers
– On February 15th I woke up in extreme pain from mastitis; spent Family Day at the emergency room to get antibiotics
– On February 16th Oliver had a swallow study at CHEO; he was put in a high chair and fed liquid barium in a squeeze bottle; the x-ray showed no signs of aspirating while swallowing
– Oliver had neuromuscular clinic on February 17th; Dr M showed concern for Oliver’s lack of weight gain and suggested we have a consult with general surgery about getting a g-tube
– We met with Dr Bass (surgeon) on February 18th and talked about g-tube surgery for June


3 months

3 months

4 MONTHS OLD
February 23 – March 22
– Oliver weighed 13 lb 1.5 oz on February 23rd, length 25 inches, head circumference 41 cm
– Started feeding him Neocate Infant formula by syringe as a supplement
– On February 24th he had his fourth month vaccinations
– Tried carrying Oliver around in the Boba 4G to get him used to it
– My mom, sister, and nephew came on February 25th to spend the weekend; we did a lot of cooking and baking
– Oma discovered Oliver was teething by pointing out blisters on his gums
– On February 29th we celebrated Rare Disease Day by wearing out special shirts from Gwendolyn Strong Foundation
– On March 2nd he received another RSV shot
– Switched to CeraVe brand for Oliver’s cleanser and cream; his eczema is so severe that everything causes him to break out and the eczema oozes; after a trip to the doctor about oozing and infected-looking skin, he was prescribed 1% hydrocortisone; Dr K sent off a referral to dermatology at CHEO
– Oliver finally learned how to use a pacifier
– Ordered a seahorse pattern Lillebaby carrier and Oliver was more comfortable in it


4 months old

4 months old

5 MONTHS OLD
March 23 – April 22
– Oliver weighed 13 lb 3 oz on March 23rd; his weight has stopped increasing
– He met all four month fine/gross motor skills
– Uncle Cheepow & Aunt Serena and the girls visited for Easter weekend
– On March 30th Oliver received his last RSV shot of the season
– We bought a used Outlander because we needed a larger vehicle; Jordan plans to sell my car
– Mary worked with Oliver on April 7th; she loaned him a Tumbleform chair
– I bought a used Baby Einstein activity jumper for Oliver
– On April 9th Oliver tried brown rice cereal and pureed sweet potato for the first time
– Oliver started rolling from his right side onto his belly but can’t get his arms out from under him yet
– On April 13th we had neuromuscular clinic at CHEO; Oliver’s occupational therapist supervised him eating pureed food; we also met with his other specialists; he showed off his new skills; had a long conversation with Dawn about Oliver’s lack of weight gain and agreed we needed to move his surgery up
– Oliver weighed 13 lb 4 oz on April 13th, length 25.4 inches
– Oliver was admitted to CHEO on April 14th for failure to thrive; an NG (nasogastric) feeding tube was inserted and he was placed on the waiting list for emergency gastrostomy surgery; the tube made him sound phlegmy and put him at a higher risk for aspirating; I continued to breastfeed before every tube feed
– Oliver weighed 13 lb 6 oz on April 16th
– On April 19th we met the pediatric dietician, Julie, who understood Oliver’s needs in regard to SMA; we moved his tube feeds to every 4 hours
– On the morning of April 20th Oliver had gastrostomy surgery performed by Dr Bass; a PEG tube was inserted; PPN (peripheral parenteral nutrition) was ordered to keep him from fasting after surgery
– Oliver’s tube feeding was scheduled at 75 ml breastmilk every 4 hours at 75 ml/hr and breastfeeding on demand


5 months old

5 months old

6 MONTHS OLD
April 23 – May 22
– On April 25th Oliver was discharged from the hospital and we moved over to Rogers House for the night; CCAC ordered us some enteral feeding supplies and then we headed home the next day
– Applied for Oliver’s first passport
– Oma stayed with us April 29 to May 2nd; she helped cook while we got used to a new routine with Oliver
– Oliver weighed 13 lb 13 oz on May 4th at the doctor’s office, length 26 inches, head circumference 42 cm; refilled ranitidine prescription and he had his 6 month vaccination
– Jordan’s parents arrived May 7 and stayed til May 10th
– Approved for ACSD (Assistance for Children with Severe Disability), but for the bare minimum
– Travel itinerary for Boston was booked; our first time flying for the NURTURE trial
– Oliver enjoyed being able to sit supported on the floor with toys in front of him
– His first tooth finally came through
– We registered for SMA Family Camp Ontario (July)
– I purchased a new stroller, Bugaboo Donkey Mono, for Oliver; insurance agreed to pay for 80%
– On May 16th we flew to Boston; Oliver did great on the plane, although the whole ordeal was stressful for myself; car service delivered us to our hotel
– In the morning of May 17th Oliver had the motor function test (CHOP-INTEND) and in the afternoon the CMAP; Dr Swoboda was very pleased with his progress
– On May 18th Oliver had his fifth injection of Nusinersen with sedation; he weighed 14 lb 2 oz, length 25.9 inches; he passed the neurological exams and that evening we left the hospital to go out for dinner; the next morning we returned to the hospital for one last neuro exam
– On May 19th we flew home
– I can’t keep Oliver from constantly rolling from his back to tummy, he’s seriously working on this skill


6 months old

6 months old

6 months old

I cannot believe my little boy is 6 months old! We are so happy with the progress he has made; he truly is a miracle!

The birth of Oliver Kaleb Azariah

While Skyping with my mom on October 22, I felt some mild cramps. I didn’t think much of it, but I did mention to her that it felt like period cramps. Later that night I felt them again but a little stronger and they continued until 4 am. I realized they were contractions because they were regular. I tried to get some sleep.

By morning (October 23) I felt that I had had some rest. Jordan went to work but was supposed to come home at lunch time to take me to my midwife appointment at 1:30 pm.

At 11:15 am I went to the bathroom and lost my mucous plug–so gross! Fifteen minutes later, contractions started up again, but stronger than the previous nights’. They remained strong and steady at 4 – 5 minutes apart and 30 – 45 seconds long. After an hour of this, I texted my mom to let her know. I wasn’t sure if I was really in labour… October 23 marked 38+4 weeks. I called Jordan and told him he should come home.

By 1 pm mom decided she would start driving up from Kingston because she really wanted to be a part of Baby Boy’s birth. At that point I called my midwife and told her I was having regular contractions and asked if she wanted me to go to my appointment. She told me to stay put and she would come to check my progress at 2 pm.

Suki arrived around 2 pm. She checked my cervix and did a membrane sweep. Only 1-2 cm dilated! She also confirmed I really was in labour and offered me the use of a TENS machine to manage the pain. I figured I would give it a try. She decided to go home to rest and told me to head to the hospital when the pain is getting too much to handle, and to call her when we leave.

By 3:30 pm the contractions were pretty intense and I had to really focus to breathe through them. They were coming 3 – 4 minutes apart and about 1 minute long. Another hour later, I decided we needed to get going! I knew we had a 40 minute drive ahead. My mom just happened to pull in our driveway at that time too, so she hopped in our car and came with us!

We arrived at the Pembroke hospital and Jordan grabbed me a wheelchair. We had to make a stop at registration but quickly headed up to Labour & Delivery. Suki hadn’t arrived yet, but the on-call obstetrician Dr M showed me to a delivery room. A nurse came in and hooked up the belly monitors.

My midwife showed up at 5:30 pm and checked my cervix: 3 cm dilated. At this point we discussed what I wanted for pain relief; I was really struggling with the contractions and was already feeling tired. We agreed an epidural would be a good idea and she went to talk to Dr M, as an epidural means a transfer of care to an OB.

Around that time a nurse came to start an IV and take my blood. I was GBS+ which meant I needed a round of antibiotics (clindamycin). A fluid bolus was also administered for the epidural.

Two hours later, at 8 pm, feeling like I was gonna die from the pain, the anesthesiologist arrived! Suki joked to Jordan, “Here comes the man your wife is going to want to marry!” And boy was she right. 😂 He explained the risks of an epidural to me, I replied “Let’s do this!”, and he had that epidural in super fast!

My body slowly began to go numb; he said it would take about 20 minutes. Both my legs were completely frozen, but I could wiggle my toes. I couldn’t feel the contractions except in a small fist-sized area on my lower left side.

Dr M checked me at 8:30 pm and voila, 6-7 cm! Finally my body was doing its job and dilating my cervix. The catheter went in at this time, as well as a scalp monitor for the baby. Baby Boy was so active during labour that the belly monitor was having trouble picking up his heart rate so I agreed to the monitor being attached to his head.

Fully dilated by 10:10 pm! This was it! Soon we would meet our little boy. Even though I had been transferred to the OB, Suki still caught the baby. At 10:42 pm, Oliver Kaleb Azariah was born and placed on my chest. He was completely covered in vernix! We waited for the cord to stop pulsating, then Daddy cut the umbilical cord. And guess how much my little guy weighed–a whopping 8 lbs! He was 21 inches long and had a healthy cry. Head circumference was 35.5 cm.


Birth collage

I was so astonished to have birthed an eight pound baby!

After Oliver was cleaned up and weighed, I let him breastfeed. He knew just what to do, my little milk guzzler.

We were discharged the next morning and brought our sweet little boy home. 😀

Khloë: 9 months old (42 weeks)

She’s getting close to the 10 month mark!


42 weeks (September 23)

42 weeks (September 23)


Khloë was sick all week with a cold. Anytime she was upright in a sitting position she would cough and choke, so this week’s picture was taken laying down. My mom was here for the week and did the cooking and dishes, etc, while we took care of our sick daughter.

Every day Jordan and I spent a lot of time suctioning and coughing her. By “coughing”, I mean using the CoughAssist to simulate a strong cough (Khloë’s is weak and she can’t bring up mucous like a normal child or adult can). She absolutely hates being suctioned; she would clamp her mouth shut as soon as the machine was turned on! Unfortunately, it was something that had to be done because if we didn’t suction out the mucous, she would choke. In between these treatments I would do chest therapy by tapping percussor cups over the lobes of her lungs and then propping her bum higher than her head (postural drainage). This is meant to loosen mucous and drain it out of the lungs into the throat, to be suctioned out.

As you can see, an illness as simple as the common cold is a scary thing for a child with Spinal Muscular Atrophy.

To help her sleep, I gave her 1 ml of Advil. If she was still feeling awful after a few hours, I administered the same dosage of Tylenol. The great thing about her G-tube is that the medications can go right in the tube!


Stripey

WILD collage

On the morning of Wednesday, September 24th, she gave us a scare. We noticed her breathing was different; she was working a lot harder to get air and kept coughing. Her colour looked fine. I spent 20 minutes suctioning before deciding we needed to take her to the local emergency room. I held her in my arms for the drive, suctioning the whole way, while Jordan drove. Upon arrival at the hospital, I explained my daughter has a neuromuscular disease that affects her breathing and that she needed to be seen ASAP. We were called right in to see the triage nurse. By the time we saw the doctor, Khloë was all smiles and breathing normally. The doctor explained that she most likely had a mucous plug that I was luckily able to dislodge on the drive over. To be on the safe side, he sent her for a chest x-ray. The Pigg-O-Stat is an evil contraption that scares the crap out of me. I hate seeing her in that thing for x-rays. At one point the technician asked me to put on the lead vest and support Khloë’s chest while he took a picture of the side profile. We were told that her lungs and trachea looked clear and were sent home.

Before we left the doctor told us these wise words: “Khloë has SMA, she will die before she’s two. You will just go through this over and over.” Seriously? We are her parents, I’m pretty sure we understand her diagnosis.

We made our exit and headed home. Mary from Infant & Child Development popped in to make sure Khloë was doing okay. She was supposed to stay and teach more infant massage, but Khloë needed a nap pretty badly. Then Dawn from CHEO called and asked us to come on Friday to see Dr K, one of the respirologists. And so off we went on Friday, all the way to Ottawa, after saying goodbye to my mom. I wasn’t comfortable with having Khloë in the car seat and she did have some coughing episodes. I sat in the backseat and suctioned her when she needed it.


Flower power

Mommy and her girl

Khloë

The appointment was sort of pointless. Dr K asked us the same questions as the other doctor. Listened to her lungs. Explained how to count her respiratory rate. After he left, Carlie (respiratory tech) gave us our Masimo Rad8 pulse oximeter and showed us how to use it. Finally! She also demonstrated deep-suctioning through her nose, which Khloë absolutely hated!

What a lonnnnnnng week. And I was sick too.


Pink collage

But that’s not all. On the 29th Dr K called and said that the x-rays showed pneumonia. She called in a prescription for amoxicillin for Khloë and we started the antibiotics right away.

Khloë: 7 weeks old

Baby Girl is a growing machine! She nurses like a champ, spits up a lot, but still continues to gain weight. A few days ago she weighed just over 11 lbs. She’s still in size 1 diapers and 0-3 month clothing fits her well. A few onesies are getting snug in length and belly, but that’s probably just the brand. The onesie in the picture is one of the snug items!


7 weeks old

7 weeks old (January 21)


On the weekend I ended up having to go to the ER in Deep River for mastitis. My right breast had a swollen, hot, red patch that was incredibly painful. The night prior, I had suffered from headache, chills, fever, and sweats. I thought I was just getting sick but a friend tipped me off that it could be mastitis. The doctor took one look and said, “Yep, that’s an infection!” and wrote me a prescription for clindamycin. I have been taking the pills all week and only have another two days to go. Some of the antibiotic does enter the breastmilk, but I was assured not a significant amount. By Sunday night, poor Khloë had suffered from diarrhea all day. I only realized that’s what it was after changing the ninth dirty diaper and looked it up in a book. I quickly called TeleHealth and the nurse advised us to take her to see a doctor. So back to the ER at 9 o’ clock at night–but we were the only ones there so it was a fast trip. The doctor wasn’t worried as Khloë was still drinking and wasn’t getting dehydrated. She said just to keep an eye on the poop to make sure there’s no blood.


Pretty in pink

Pretty in pink

Dressed for church

Dressed for church


Khloë still sleeps a lot during the day. When she’s awake we play hand games or go on her play mat. She gets excited when we put her on the change table and she is definitely starting to smile at Mommy and Daddy. For such a happy girl, a few evenings a week she gets really fussy with gas pains and cries constantly. It’s hard to handle seeing her in pain and not being able to make it all better.

I don’t know how long baby acne lasts, but her face is always covered in little red splotches.

The birth story

The past four weeks have been pretty hectic. My sweet girl is sleeping peacefully in her bassinet, allowing me the opportunity to make some online updates. So here it is, the birth story of Khloë as I remember it:

I never made it to my next midwife appointment, nor to my due date of December 16th. At 6:40 am on the morning of December 2nd, at 38 weeks on the dot, my water broke! I had been laying in bed when I felt a small trickle. I sat up, unsure, and felt a heavier trickle which alarmed me enough to hop out of bed and run for the bathroom–by the time I made it across the hall my pants were soaked in a big gush of fluid. My first thought was, “As if this just happened”, because it was just like in the movies with the waters gushing out unexpectedly. My second was, “Uh oh, how am I going to get to the phone?!” I ended up wrapping a towel around myself to go grab the telephone. I hurriedly called my husband on his cell. He had left for Kingston the night before, returning to his course. I caught him on his way to breakfast.

“Hi honey. Guess what?”
“What…”
“My water just broke!”
“Does that mean I have to come home right now?”

I told him I hadn’t felt any contractions yet and that I would get back to him after calling my mom and paging the midwives. I quickly called my mom, who was heading to work shortly. I explained what happened and she said that she would have to go to work first but she would be able to drive up today if I really needed her. Then I paged the midwives and waited for a call back. Suki answered the page and I gave her the heads up: “No contractions, amniotic fluid clear. What do I do now?” Knowing I was positive for Group B Strep, I had a certain amount of time before I had to go to the hospital to start antibiotics. I am allergic to penicillin and amoxicillin which are normally administered every 4 hours through IV; instead I would receive clindamycin every 8 hours. Suki said I was to go to the hospital for noon to start the drugs, she would call ahead, and she would make sure the nurse put in a locking IV so that I could return home afterward. She also suggested I tell my husband to think about making the 3 hour drive home.

I called my mom back and she assured me she could leave work and would be at my house by 11:30 am at the latest to take me to the hospital. Jordan had to stay in Kingston to write a test but I felt much better knowing my mom was on her way. I assured Jordan there was no rush, that it could be hours yet before anything happened, and that he should stay to finish the day. Next I called my “emergency” ride, Melissa, and explained the situation.

Then I waited…and waited. Had a quick shower and got dressed in clean clothes. Texted my sisters, Crystal and Keesje. Skyped with Keesje and Ashe. Called my mother-in-law, Charlene, to let her know what was going on. She was actually scheduled to fly to Ontario on December 4th to stay with me before the baby was born. She couldn’t believe that I would most likely have the baby before she even arrived!

Finally my mom arrived by 11:30 am. I still had not experienced any contractions but I was leaking amniotic fluid every time I stood up. We made the 30 minute drive to Pembroke Regional Hospital. A nurse inserted a locking IV in my left arm (ouch!) and started the clindamycin. We were there until almost 3 o’ clock and then headed home. By 4:15 pm, I began to feel contractions that felt like mild period cramps. Okay, I can do this!

I called my husband and told him he had better start driving! My next dose of antibiotics was at 9:00 pm.

Jordan made it home in time for the three of us to head back to the hospital for dose #2. This time the drugs went in faster and we were only there for an hour. Seemed a waste of a 30 minute drive but I was not ready to be admitted. We stopped at Shoppers Drug Mart on the way home to pick up Gravol. I took two Tylenol and two Gravol and crawled into bed, hoping to get some sleep; it had been a long day and no progress had been made. Sometime in the night the contractions started back up, but much more painful and about 8-9 minutes apart. They slowly increased in intensity and got to the point where being in bed was extremely uncomfortable. I got out of bed and went into the living room where I was able to either sit hunched over or lean on the counter during a contraction. Unfortunately I hadn’t been able to sleep, but my mom and Jordan did. I woke them up at 3:30 am and we all got ready to head back to Pembroke Hospital for dose #3 at 4:30 am. It was December 3rd, my brother’s birthday.

Once at the hospital they decided to admit me. I was tired of going back and forth and soon I would be hitting the 24 hour mark of my water breaking. The nurse on duty was super nice and gave me the “best” private room at the end of the hall. I would labour, deliver, and remain in this room during my hospital stay. I received the dose of drugs and tried my best to rest while the nurses monitored the baby. When I wasn’t being monitored, Mom and I walked the halls hoping to kick-start those irregular contractions. Early in the morning Suki arrived. She checked my cervix and performed a “stretch and sweep” (which hurt like hell, I must add); then she informed me I was only 2 cm dilated. All this time, and my body was not doing what it was supposed to. Due to the whole Group B Strep bacteria, checking my cervix was to be limited.

By 10:30 am, Kilmeny (who ended up being my primary midwife) said I would have to be induced. I was not happy about that–one intervention leads to another–but I also knew that it had to be done. An induction means transfer of care from my midwife to an obstetrician. Kilmeny would stay with me the whole time, however. I was hooked up to the dreaded pitocin. Slowly the dosage was increased until the contractions became regular and very painful. Kilmeny suggested I take Dilaudid (a narcotic) for pain relief to take the edge off the pain and so that I could get some much-needed rest. I agreed to this; it was something we had previously discussed.

At 2:45 pm I was given a full dose of Dilaudid with Gravol by needle. Oh my God, did it ever burn! And then dose #4 of clindamycin. Here is where events get a little hazy…

The Dilaudid and Gravol combo made me feel woozy, like I was watching events unfold from far away. Yes, it did take the edge off the pain, and yes I was able to rest in between contractions. Because I was so sleepy, though, it became difficult to speak coherently and to answer questions.

At some point the obstetrician checked my cervix and, without telling me what he was doing, broke a hidden water sac which was apparently the cause of my not progressing. Something he did really hurt and I remember yelling when I saw the hook emerge from between my legs. He informed me I was 4 cm. Seriously?!

By evening, if I recall correctly, the narcotic was wearing off. I became very aware of the intensity of the contractions and how fast they were coming on. I was practically climbing the hospital bed during each one, as if I was trying to escape them. I asked for more drugs, anything, please make the pain stop, etc. Kilmeny said I could have an epidural, but I would have to wait an hour for the anesthesiologist. Okay fine, but I needed something right now. The OB said I was allowed a half dose of Dilaudid, but that didn’t help much. I was struggling with breathing through the contractions.

I remember completely breaking down when I waited the hour and then was informed it would be another half hour before the epidural. I started hyperventilating and crying uncontrollably and couldn’t calm myself down. Kilmeny took charge and firmly talked me down from the ledge, so to speak. She coached my breathing until I was (relatively) calm and able to breathe through the contractions. I don’t think I have ever felt pain like that before. I did get through that excruciatingly long half hour and then I was prepped for the epidural insertion.

I don’t remember the needle hurting at all. I do remember sitting on the edge of the bed, hunched over, with my feet on Kilmeny’s chair while she held me steady. I do remember trying so hard to be still as a contraction ripped through my body. And then it was done.

Once the pain relief kicked in, the nurses kept testing the extent of my numbness with ice. After awhile I could feel my legs again, although they felt heavy, and those contractions kept hitting hard. The nurses were only allowed to up the dosage a certain amount while the anesthesiologist was away. (She never returned because she was in surgery.) The OB came in to check my cervix again and announced I was at 8 cm. So close! I couldn’t believe I had waited that long for an epidural, but it didn’t seem to be doing much anyway. He also said that if I didn’t progress any further in the next two hours, I would be prepped for a c-section. I got really upset when he told me that because I am terrified of having one.

Luckily within an hour Kilmeny confirmed I’d reached 10 cm and was ready to push! At first she let me lay on my right side to push. But this caused an excruciating pain in my right hip, worse than the contractions! I was turned onto my back and Jordan grabbed one leg, my mom the other, and I pushed that way for what felt like ages. I was so exhausted that I felt like I wasn’t putting enough energy into pushing, but I was told later by my midwife that I actually did really well.

And then Baby Girl got stuck! Turned out she was facing up, rather than down. The obstetrician returned once again, this time with a team of nurses, and took over from Kilmeny. He explained that he would use a suction vacuum to assist the baby out of the birth canal; he would also have to perform an episiotomy. Yikes!

After an hour of pushing and with assistance of the vacuum, at 9:22 pm, Khloë Willow Alexandra was born! She was immediately placed in my arms. I couldn’t believe I was finally holding our baby girl! She was covered in a thick white layer of vernix and Jordan made the comment that “she looks like a chicken”, hence the nickname Little Chicken. She weighed 7 lbs 4 oz and was 19 inches long. No one guessed I would have a baby that big! Imagine what she would have weighed if she had been on time or overdue?! After being cleaned up, Khloë nursed right away.


Newborn

Things were a bit of a whirlwind after that. Jordan spent the night in our room while Mom went back to our house. I was awake most of the night from either breastfeeding or being poked by nurses. Sleeping in a hospital is impossible. I don’t remember ever feeling this kind of exhaustion before.

Blood-work that was taken earlier came back showing an iron deficiency. Anemic! This meant I had to stay in the hospital until Thursday (I gave birth on a Tuesday). The next night I was alone since Jordan had to head back to Kingston for work. That was the worst night because I still hadn’t slept and Khloë fussed a lot. Finally at 3:00 am I asked the night nurse to take her so I could rest. When she rolled my baby out of the room I started crying because I wanted her back and felt awful for sending her away. I knew I had to try to get some sleep, though, or I would be no good to anyone, let alone a brand-new baby! I woke up at 6:00 am and paged for the nurse to bring her back.

Later in the morning, on Thursday, Khloë had her heels pricked and a release was signed for her. However, I still hadn’t been released. Mom showed up around breakfast time and we waited and waited until after lunch, when finally my release was signed. Time to go home! We made a pit stop at Walmart to pick up a specific kind of iron pills that wouldn’t upset my stomach, but they didn’t have any in stock. I ended up having to nurse the baby at the back of the store before we could head to the drug store. And then–at last–we made it home!

Dec 4: When we left the hospital, Khloë weighed 6 lb 14 oz.
Dec 9: Suki made a home visit and Khloë weighed 6 lb 10 oz and had mild jaundice.
Dec 12: Khloë visited her family doctor and weighed 7 lb 1 oz.
Dec 14: Another home visit from Suki and Khloë weighed 7 lb 2 oz.
Dec 20: On our last home visit Khloë weighed 7 lb 10 oz.
Jan 9: Upon discharge from midwife care, Khloë weighed 9 lb 15 oz.