Meet Kadie Belle, born on the 20th of August at 11.22am at home weighing 7lbs 10oz. I know most of you are dying to hear how it all happened and I’ve tried to write about it but every time I take out the laptop I get very emotional. It wasn’t the birth experience I anticipated and even though she arrived safe, it was scary and I’m just not ready to start talking about it yet.
Kadie is 10 days old today. She has jaundice, and is a little refluxy but she is thriving. She has her brothers nose, her daddies feet and everything else reminds me of Kayla. She is her double, it’s shocking how alike they both are as babies.
Frankie isn’t bothered by her presence at all. He has given her the remote (he never parts with it once he gets his pudgy little hands on it), a million kisses and even tried to share a lollipop with her, so he’s cool. Kayla on the other hand is the one we have to watch. In Kayla’s eyes Kadie is a doll, her doll and she can pretty much do anything with her. She wants to be involved in everything.
On five occasions since bringing Kadie home we have found Kayla picking her up, moving her or unnecessarily feeding her. It’s scary really, we can’t let her out of our sight, not even for a second. Although what she is doing is harmless I’m terrified she might drop her so poor Kayla has spent a lot of her days in time-out, it’s either that or go bat shite crazy at her but I’m trying to remain calm and not lose the head.
Our updated Family Owl Wreath by In My Nest
If you followed my pregnancy updates you’d know I was very concerned about my platelets throughout my entire pregnancy and passing my blood condition onto her, well she got the all clear, TWICE. She had a blood tests on day one and four and her platelets are perfect. Although she didn’t pass her newborn hearing test so it will be repeated next weekend at the baby clinic. I’m not too concerned because she could have failed for numerous reasons and reacts to noises within our home.
I breastfed for the first five days, and while I had an amazing experience – the on demand feeding is very hard. I was completely worn out emotionally, physically and mentally at times. She had a fabulous latch but I couldn’t satisfy her, she was feeding on the hour, every hour. The midwives, public health nurse and all my friends and family have been so supportive and they have continued to support me since moving to formula. We’ve all been sleeping much better and getting the rest we all need.
I have a second degree tear and ALOT of stitches internally and externally so I’ve pretty much been on bed rest and hibernating as much as possible. In the past few days I’ve only began to feel like myself and yesterday I fit back into my pre-pregnancy clothes. I’m one of those lucky people who loses all the weight without doing any work. I haven’t even got a stretch mark after three babies.
Since coming home Frankie has been sporting pink soothers, Kadie’s been wearing blue bibs and Kayla pretty much fends for herself. It’s tough with three. We had a trial run on Saturday – just me and the kids. I fed them crap all morning and we watched five episodes of Alvin and the Chipmunks. At one point I fed, dressed and spent about fifteen minutes loading them into our new Out N About and it began to lash rain, like it was pissing. I cried for the guts of ten minutes on the stairs with them all just staring at me. Then an hour before daddy arrived home my mam, my dad, brother and my two friends arrived and it looked like I hadn’t lifted a finger all day. Typical!
Tomorrow Joes holidays and ONE DAY paternity leave is over. It’ll just be me and the kids. It can’t be that hard with two in nappies and on bottles, can it? I have a large bag of jellies for bribes, Netflix for peace and a large pot of Azera. We’ll be grand. I got this.