Baby MacDonald #2!
Wyatt is going to be a big brother in September!
One year ago today we received the most miraculous news! One year ago today, after a year of trying, we found out that I was pregnant with sweet little Wyatt.
One year ago today, I almost gave Ryan a heart attack when I came barreling down the stairs, fresh out of the shower and dripping wet in my towel screaming, “Look, look!” as I shoved the faintly positive test in his face.
One year ago today, I didn’t know the true meaning of sleep deprivation, my body still belonged to me, I was hungover for the last time in a long time, and I desperately wanted to be pregnant.
One year ago today our entire world shifted.
Oh my, so much can change in one year. I’ve never been so tired or so scared of messing up but I’ve never been so happy and so full of love. I’m so lucky to be able to love on this sweet little man each and every day.
The first few days (or weeks) with a newborn baby are all about survival. As a first time mom I had no clue what I was getting myself into. Learning to take care of a newborn on very little sleep is hard. Add in trying to recover from a c-section and it’s brutally hard. So I thought a list of my 6 essential newborn essentials would be helpful for some other soon to be first time moms out there.
The biggest essential when taking care of a newborn is physical support. After Ryan went back to work with Wyatt was 7 days old I could not have gotten by without my mom’s help. If she didn’t come to spend every day with us I probably would have never gotten out of bed, let alone showered.
Newborns don’t need much. Give them loving arms to rest in and a boob or bottle to feed from and they can be happy little humans. Yet, there is a huge consumer market out there for baby products. Before Wyatt’s arrival I spent too much time analyzing, cost comparing, and researching baby products. After three months as a new mom, here are my 6 newborn baby products that were essential to surviving that first month:
On his first night home from the hospital we attempted to put Wyatt to sleep in his Fisher Price Rock n Play. And although we love the Rock n Play as a place for him to hang out during the day, it just wasn’t cutting it has a safe place for him to sleep. We both barely got any sleep that night because we were so paranoid that he was going to roll over and suffocate himself on the sides of the Rock N Play. The next day, Ryan went out and bought this Co-Sleeper bassinet. It’s amazing! It attaches to your bed and sits almost flush up against your mattress, making your baby believe you are co-sleeping when you technically aren’t.
At three-months, Wyatt is still sleeping soundly in his bassinet. I love that I can reach over and soothe him and pull him toward me for his middle of the night feedings. This was especially a winner while I was recovery from my c-section and getting out of bed was still torture. I can’t recommend this product enough.
This is the only swaddle that Wyatt would sleep in. Once you get over how silly and cute the baby looks in it, you realize how effective it truly is. We tried various other swaddle wraps but our little Houdini always managed to wiggle himself out of them. He proved night after night that he HAD to have his hands UP in order to sleep. After more sleepless nights spent googling “Why won’t my baby sleep” I came across this swaddle that allows baby’s hand to be in the up position while sleeping. Genius!
I must admit, when I was first encouraged to put this on my baby registry I thought it was a glorified pillow and would be a useless product taking up space in my already crowded house. But it has proven to be essential. It’s molded to fit a tiny newborn’s body and is perfect to place next to you on the couch or on the floor. Yes, newborns like to be held 99% of the time, but you can’t hold a baby ALL of the time. When you need a little rest or, god forbid, use the bathroom, this pillow comes in handy.
I had a tough c-section recovery and had a hard time getting up from the floor or even off the couch for weeks, making it hard to play with my baby on the floor. This helped to keep my baby near and give him the space to stretch out and kick while I could be right next to him still.
Newborns are only awake for about a total of 2 hours a day. And even then, their attention spans last about a minute or two, so there is really no need to throw a bunch of toys in a newborns face. But we found this big floor mirror to be a big winner. Wyatt got a kick out of studying his reflection in the mirror. I like that it stands up on its own and that the mirror shows a true reflection and isn’t all crazy distorted like some of the other baby mirrors out there. This was the one toy that always caught his attention.
I lived in these camis for the first few weeks. They are so comfortable and are easy to layer and are a nice long length. I now wear them under cardigans and sweatshirts for easy boob access at work for pumping and feeding. I stocked up when Target offered a buy one get one 50% off sale.
I would be so lost without this app on my phone. I’ve been using is since the third day of Wyatt’s life. I downloaded a few other free apps first but they were confusing to use and not that helpful. iBaby Feed costs $4.95 but is so simple to understand and learn how to use. I track which boob he feeds on and for how long and get notifications to when and which side he is due to feed on next. It gives you a log from day one and analyses feed lengths. You can also track bottle feeds, pumping sessions, and sleep schedules. If you have more than one child, you can insert multiple child’s data in one app and even share data across multiple phones with various care givers. Very essential!
There you have it! The six items I’d be lost without during Wyatt’s first month, and still use!
What about you? What are your newborn baby essentials?
Birth Story: Wyatt Stirling MacDonald – September 7, 2015 – 4:45 a.m.
Wyatt Stirling entered the world swiftly in the middle of the night. He decided to show the world his sense of humor by skipping out on his scheduled C-section delivery and arriving two days early on Monday, September 7, Labor Day.
The Saturday and Sunday of Labor Day weekend found me running all over town in a bustle of nervous energy. I was emotionally preparing myself for my C-Section scheduled for that Wednesday, September 9, at 10:30 a.m.
Shopping was my form of nesting. It’s like I thought that once baby arrived I would never be allowed out in the real world to do things like buy myself shoes or stock up on some new fall clothes. (Yes, the shopping was for myself. I was all set for the baby.)
Despite my aching hips and back and extreme tiredness felt this intense need to stay busy. So on Saturday, we made a day of it. We went suit shopping for Ryan and shoe shopping for me. I waddled around the mall with determination as if this were my last task on earth. Ryan was a good sport. We scored two suits for him but nothing for me, which caused me even more anxiety. I felt like I couldn’t relax until I had found the perfect shoes.
On Sunday I woke up early and headed out to continue shoe shopping on my own. A salesclerk at DSW gasped when she saw me and said, “I sure hope you don’t go into labor in the store!” I managed to give her a smile as I continued bending up and down trying on pair after pair of shoes.
A grumpy mood took over the rest of my day. To try to brighten my mood I suggested we go out for a walk to enjoy the beautiful weather. I figured this would be our very last walk as a family of three. As we slowly made our way around the neighborhood we talked about our fears about having a C-Section and our favorite topic, what our baby boy will be like.
Once we got back home we parked ourselves on the couch for a bit. I received a few emails, texts, and calls from family and friends wishing me good luck with the birth. Which I thought was a little odd since it was still three days away. It’s almost like they knew…
Ryan was deep in the middle of binge watching Brooklyn 99, but I was such a ball of nervous energy that I couldn’t relax and enjoy the night. I honestly felt like something was up and perhaps I would not be waiting until Wednesday to meet our sweet baby boy. I requested a foot massage before deciding to head up to bed early. I still really wasn’t feeling well. I tried to sleep but could not relax. I attempted to read but ended up on my phone Googling C-section birth stories and recovery tips.
Around 11:30 p.m. my symptoms got worse. I was very hot and sweaty and felt like I could pass out. I did what any pregnant woman would do when she’s feeling off and Googgled “39 weeks, hot and sweaty, labor symptom?” Of course the results were all over the place. I went downstairs and pumped up the AC and directed a fan right in my direction. Ryan was fast asleep next to me. This is when my instinct was telling me that something really was happening. I lied in bed and tried to relax.
Just before 12:30 a.m. I heard and felt the smallest pop and then felt a trickling of liquid running down my legs and onto the bed. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom, leaking the whole way there. My water broke! I sat on the toilet in disbelief. The same toilet I sat on in disbelief when I finally received the positive pregnancy test way back in January.
Ryan woke up and came to check on me. Half asleep he said, “Well, now what?”
I was surprisingly calm at this point; perhaps I was still in disbelief. I responded that I guess we’d be goI ng to the hospital shortly, but I needed to shower first.
I hopped in the shower as I was still leaking amniotic fluid and knew I wanted to clean up before heading to the hospital. I was still feeling hot and dizzy and having mild contractions, which basically felt like light menstrual cramps. Ryan worked on cleaning up the bathroom floors and waking up.
Once in the shower it began to set in. I could barely stand up straight in the shower I was so nervous and excited. I was in labor! I couldn’t believe that I went into labor on my own. We were going to be meeting our son today! I scrubbed down with the special surgery soap I was saving for Wednesday and washed my hair.
At my last doctor appointment I was told that if I happened to go into labor before September 9 to simply call the doctor and tell them and then I’d be fit in later that day for a C-section. So, before I called the doctor we called both our parents, waking them up with the great news. I then called the on call triage nurse and awaited the call back from my OBGYN. The doctor called me within 5 minutes and had obviously been woken up from a very deep sleep. She went over my symptoms and said she’d see me at the hospital later that day.
Since there didn’t seem to be a huge rush, we took our time getting ready, making sure we had everything we would need for a 5-day stay at the hospital. We then made our way over to my parent’s house to drop off Maggie. At this point my contractions were 9-10 minutes apart.
We left my parents house around 2 a.m. The drive to the hospital felt surreal. The roads were empty and I had a hard time believing that I was truly in labor. We didn’t say much because I think we were both wrapping our minds around the fact that our world was about to change.
Thankfully there was only one other couple at the birthing hospital’s triage and I was taken back immediately. I changed into my hospital gown and was then hooked up to a non stress test that monitored the baby’s movements and my contractions. The nurse went over my health history and asked me a billion of questions. All I could think about was how terrified I was of the spinal block and if everything was okay with the baby. The nurse, Eleanor, was very sweet and did her best to keep my calm.
My contractions were still about 8-10 minutes apart at this point and only felt like menstrual cramps. I felt them mostly in my lower back and thighs. My entire body began to shake uncontrollably during this time, whether from the anxiety of what was happening or from the process of labor. Little did I know that this shaking would continue for the next 20 hours or so.
They administered a test to make sure it really was my membranes that ruptured and not just discharge. I couldn’t imagine it was anything else. My experience with my water breaking was exactly what the doctor’s and baby classes told me would most likely NOT happen. They said big gushes like that typically only happen in the movies. Ha!
But they had to administer the test anyways and Ryan, thinking of his parents who were making the drive from Philly, asked, “and what if her water didn’t break?”
“Well then we’d send you home.” No thank you. I was pretty confident it was my actual water that broke. Ryan and I sat anxiously and he texted with both sets of our parents.
A few minutes later it was confirmed that my water did break and then everything started to move very fast. When I had spoken to my groggy doctor earlier that morning and she had mentioned that the surgery would be performed later that day, I was assuming that meant sometime in the afternoon. Knowing how slowly things can move at hospitals and the fact that I was not a true emergency, I was expecting to be siting around for most of the day.
But, when I asked the nurse when I could expect to go into surgery she casually replied, “In about 45 minutes.” Reality began to set in. It was go time! I was going to meet my baby within the hour!
My uncontrollable shaking grew worse. I was getting very scared. They quickly administered the IV and soon the anesthesia doctor came in to see me and go over my medical history and talk me through the steps of the cesarean.
The anesthesia doctor was overly calm. He explained the steps and the precautions and had me sign papers documenting the risks involved. Tears started to accompany my shaking. I explained that I was terrified of the spinal block and he assured me that he has done thousands of them and never had an issue. Did this calm me at all? No.
Ryan was handed his sterile OR suit and was asked to suit up and the nurse put on my surgery cap.
We asked if our parents could come back and see us before I was taking to the operating room. Since triage was pretty empty and no one else was currently having surgery the nurses obliged as long as only two people came back at once. My parents came back first and said their well wishes and gave their kisses and hugs followed by Ryan’s parents. Everyone was very excited and nervous.
They were soon ushered out as my doctor had arrived at the hospital and needed to talk to me and have me sign more papers before starting the procedure. She was in and out. The nurse asked if I wanted to walk or be wheeled in the wheel chair to the OR room, I opted for the wheel chair. I was shaking so badly I don’t think my legs would have been able to hold me up.
I made one last quick nervous bathroom trip and then we were off to the OR. It was game time! I was about to become a mother!
Now was the part I was dreading. Ryan had to wait outside of the OR room until I was completely prepped. I hated that he couldn’t come in and sit with me while I got the spinal block. I was so scared of getting that needle in my back. Ryan wished me luck and gave me one last kiss before we were momentarily separated.
The OR room was freezing and so bright. I remember feeling so overwhelmed by all of the medical equipment and the frenzy of nurses all about. The super calm anesthesia doctor was there and explained how I needed to sit hunched over on the side of the bed, arching my back, for him to administer the spinal block. Three nurses helped me get into position. I wanted to cry but I remember telling myself to just stay calm. That this was all for the baby. The nurses held my hands and said that it was just like a little bee sting.
And it was. It honestly felt just like a bee sting and was over before I knew it. The IV was worse than the spinal block. All of that anxiety and worry for nothing! But perhaps I was focusing so much on what that was going to feel like so my mind wouldn’t drift to the fact that I was about to have major abdominal surgery and that my world was about to be rocked by the birth of my son.
Now that the spinal was over I really began to lose it. I began crying softly and the body shakes got worse. The loss of feeling in my legs began immediately. It was the strangest thing, not being able to feel anything below my chest. I kept asking when Ryan could come in and the nurse said shortly. She kept holding my hand and explaining everything that was happening.
They quickly lifted the surgical drape above my chest. It was much higher than I was picturing. The nurses began to prep my stomach and began rubbing it down and I was given oxygen. The doctor explained how she would be testing to make sure that I was completely numb. I was so scared that maybe I would feel some bit of pain. But the nurse said they were really pushing on me and that I would be crying out if I could feel what they were doing.
Finally, Ryan was allowed in the room. He was quickly seated by my head, gave me a kiss and the surgery began. Ryan looked both nervous and calm. I still could not stop shaking and crying. I couldn’t believe the moment I had been waiting for for the past nine months, no, for my entire life, was about to happen!
A nurse was seated on the other side of my head and tried to help keep me calm. She explained that they would be pushing on my upper abdomen to make contraction like movements in order to push the baby out. I felt some very minor pressure; I was just so focused on the moment when I would meet my baby.
It felt like 30 minutes but I was told it was only about 10 minutes later when she whispered, “They’re about to pull him out!”
Oh, all the tears! My throat closed up and I held my breath. A few seconds later the room was filled with his screams. I took a large breath and just felt the tears streaming down my face. That was my son! I was a mother!
I’m still jealous that Ryan was able to stand up and peek over the curtain to get a look at him before I could. “Let me see him! Let me see him!” I kept yelling out. I was given a quick glance before they whisked him away to the warmer to have him checked out.
He was beautiful and absolutely perfect. I was told I was having a 10 plus pound baby and was expecting huge chubby chipmunk cheeks, but this baby was so much smaller than I pictured in my mind and just perfect because he was mine.
I could turn my head and see him being worked on about 5 feet from my head. Ryan stood with him and a nurse took a bunch of photos of the umbilical cord cutting process. The nurses announced that he was perfectly healthy and was 7 pounds 13 ounces and 20.5 inches long.
Every cliché of motherhood is true. On the moment we touched skin-to-skin he looked up at me with his freshly opened eyes and I felt my heart grow. It was so much more than I thought it was going to be. My whole world shifted in that moment. Nothing else mattered. I looked at Ryan and back at Wyatt.
This was love.
Well guess who decided to go into labor on Labor Day? If you hadn’t seen our update on Instagram, our sweet baby decided to come early!
Ryan and I are thrilled to introduce Wyatt Stirling MacDonald!
He was born on September 7 at 4:45 am, weighing 7 pounds and 13 ounces and 20.5 inches long.
My heart is so full.
I can’t believe that this is my very last Bumpdate for Baby Mac! He will be here in less than a week!
How far along: 38 Weeks
Due Date: September 9. I’m scheduled for a c-section on Wednesday.
Baby Size: Huge. He should be clocking in at over 9 pounds by now.
Weight gain: 33 pounds with a lot of stretching going on. Ouch!
Movement: Not as much movement, more just slow pokes and waves and tons of hiccups. He feels pretty comfy settled with his feet up in my ribs. I keep telling him his eviction is coming up real soon.
Best Moment of the Week: This past weekend I got to meet Laura from Alabama Graffiti. She was up in PA visiting family and we were able to get together for lunch. This was my first blogger date and it was fun to meet this online friend in real life and talk everything babies.
I also had a really nice dinner out with my family on Saturday night and have been soaking up one on one time with Ryan while we still can. Also sleeping a ton!
Looking forward to: Being done with work! Today, Friday, is my last day! Hallelujah! It has been a VERY long week with computer crashes and other unexpected jobs popping up. I can’t wait to be done and to start my 10 week maternity leave.
Food Cravings: Cereal, milk, ice cream, and all the treats. I joke that I’m going to gain an extra five pounds in this last week, but I am really kind of letting myself enjoy whatever I want before the procedure on Wednesday.
Mood: Very tired and very ready to meet our son. Also anxious about the c-section and recovery, even though I know it’s necessary to do it. But the anticipation of meeting him is also huge.
I think having the c-section planned and knowing exactly when he comes allows more room for unnecessary anxiety. I’m up hours of the night staring at my phone searching for the right answers for other people’s experiences with c-section recovery, newborn life, and anything else my half awake self can think to Google. It’s not healthy but I can’t quit!
Symptoms: Tired, sore back, sore hips, can barely walk, hot carpal tunnel, cramps, Braxton hicks, can’t sleep.
Baby Mac, I can’t believe that I will be holding you in my arms in just 5 days!!! Let’s do this!
Understandably, I plan on taking some time off from blogging once Baby Mac makes his debut. I plan on soaking up every little moment I can. You can always follow updates on Instagram.
How far along: 489 Weeks (but my doctor tells me it’s only been 37 weeks)
BIG NEWS people!! Baby Mac will be making his debut earlier than we thought!
Due to his massive size our baby will celebrate a birthday on September 9!
Yep, that’s right! I’m scheduled for a C-section in less than two weeks!
It’s been a long week. Due to his large size, my doctor ordered that I go back in for the 3-hour gestational diabetes test. (even though I passed the first hour long test back in June) They just really wanted to rule out the fear that I could have developed GD later in pregnancy. So yesterday morning was a fun morning of four blood draws every hour after fasting for 12 hours! I passed with flying colors. He’s just a very large baby.
Today I got another Non Stress Test that came back great. But the decision remains. This baby will be safer during a C-Section delivery than coming out the old natural way.
And I am 100% okay with that. Relieved even.
After hearing about all the terrible things that can happen with Shoulder Dystocia (nerve damage, broken arms and collar bones, extra stress on baby, loss of oxygen, and even death) I did not need any further convincing.
I’m still trying to wrap my head around the idea that on September 9 I will wake up normal, head to the hospital, and be holding my baby in my arms a few hours later. Crazy excited.
Due Date: September 9
Baby Size: Huge. He should be clocking in at over 8 pounds by now.
Weight gain: 32 pounds.
Symptoms: Very tired. Very sore and very uncomfortable. I have to hobble to get around because I’m in excruciating pain whenever putting weight on my right hip. Doctor has recommended to stay seated or in bed as much as possible. I’m SO glad we got the house all ready last weekend before I was in this much pain. Another side effect of a big baby!
I am ready to meet our son! I hope these next 12 days go by super fast!