Home Alone with Baby for First Time
Micah was ten days old when we found ourselves alone at home. Grammy’s visit was over and hubby had to go back to work. In the nine previous days there were lots of helpers. For me it was only nine days, but it was Micah’s whole life. He had never known a day where there weren’t lots of loving hands clamoring to hold, rock, burp and take care of him. On day ten it was just me. For nine months I was able to provide him with everything he needed. The past nine days, I needed all the help I could get.
I was still recovering from a c-section and was supposed to be taking it easy. I was restricted from using the stairs more than necessary. Define “necessary” for a new mom who has a house full of stairs. My bedroom was located up a flight of stairs; one flight up from the kitchen, and two flights up from where most of the baby stuff was stored. Micah was sleeping in a bassinet in our bedroom, but most of his things were downstairs. I had only been a Mom for ten days, so I wasn’t sure exactly what we would need to get through the day. Would it be better to stay upstairs, where we could both catch a few naps or should we camp out closer to his stuff? What if too much up and down the stairs ripped open my stitches? What would happen when it was time to take the dogs out? Swirling around in my head were all the worst-case scenarios. I was up feeding Micah every 2 hours that night, but I don’t think I would have slept much anyway.
In the morning, hubby woke up, showered, and fixed me some breakfast. He sat it on my bedside and kissed us good-bye. Micah was nursing and I was trying to watch the morning news. Inside my head I was formulating a plan for the day. I intended to love him up a little bit and then eat my breakfast as he napped. I would take the dogs out, get dressed and feed him again. When he was finished eating, he would get a fresh diaper and then change into something other than a free hospital shirt with built-in hand mitts. Once he was all snuggled up in his new clothes, we would go for a quick jaunt around the block in the stroller that took me three months to pick out. It would be nice to get some fresh air and move around a bit. I would make sure to stay on the flat street, and not go up the hill on the other side of the neighborhood. That might not be good for my incision.
I was barely finished feeding him when the diaper blowout occurred. This had never happened before. This was his first and he had reserved it for our special day. Well, since I had to change him anyway, we would go for the walk before his next feeding. All dressed in a super cute outfit complete with cap, mittens, and matching socks. I grabbed a blanket and headed to the garage to grab the stroller. On the way I was sidetracked by one of my still-adjusting Chihuahuas who was sitting in front of his bowl. It seems that hubby was so busy getting my breakfast that he forgot to fill the dogs’ food and water bowl. Being a mom of only ten days, I hadn’t become a one-armed taskmaster quite yet. I had to put the baby down, but where? Up the stairs and into the bassinet he went. I headed back down the stairs to fetch the dogs some grub. Back up the stairs, and fill their bowls and realized that I forgot to bring fresh water. I made another trip to get the water, and anyone who has been around a newborn can probably guess what happened next—that’s right, crying baby.
One more trip up the stairs to retrieve my little man. At this point, I am acutely aware of the throbbing that is going on right around my incision site. I unwrap Micah, and bring him into the bed. We took a quick nap and woke up in time for his next feeding. As if scripted, we have a repeat performance of the diaper blowout. This time I changed him into one of the free hospital shirts. I wrapped him in a blanket and we get back into the bed and I finally eat my breakfast. It was just us, again, like it had been for nine months. I let go of any plans I had made in my head, and we spent the day in bed. We should have never left.