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We brought Stephanie home after 5 days in the hospital. I was ready to go after the first day but they wouldn't let me leave due to the C-section.
She was a great baby. I knew I would have to go back to school as soon as possible if I wanted to finish out the year with passing grades. The school was very understanding but they still expected the work to be done. Fortunately, Stephanie was born the Thursday before Spring Break so I had at least that week that wouldn't count against me. After that, I did make up work while she slept and went back to school when she was almost 3 weeks old.
I had made the decision to not feed her to get her to sleep, to not rock her, to not pat her. I felt it would be the best thing for both of us if she learned from the beginning to go to sleep on her own. I tried her in a bassinet but she hated it so I ended up putting her in a portable crib in whatever room I was in during the day and she slept in her crib at night.
Honestly that first month or so is kind of a blur for me now. I remember a couple of occasions where I would be sitting on the floor at the coffee table doing homework and she would be in a bouncy seat next to me while I bounced it with my knee. Holding a bottle with one hand and a pencil with the other. Whatever needed to be done, I did. I got up at night with her, changed, fed and put her back to bed. In the mornings I got up and fed her, got her ready for the day and headed out to school. At night I bathed her and got her ready for bed. My mother helped me a lot when she could but for the most part, I took care of the baby. Mom worked at night. She came home in the mornings and watched Stephanie during the day while I was in school. When I got home, I took over. It worked for us.
Thank God, Stephanie started sleeping through the night at about a month old. I fed and put her to bed late and she woke up early but I could sleep a full night.
We had a dog at that time, Rock. God he was so funny. The day we brought Stephanie home, he must have fallen in love. He never left her side for very long. Wherever she was, he was. If we were not in the room with her and she made a sound, he would come get someone and run back and forth until we went to see what was wrong with her. It was so funny.
To end this post today I am going to add that I thought for sure, once the baby was born, Scottie would come around. I just knew that he wouldn't be able to help himself, he would have to see her and once he did, he would want her. He never did and I was crushed. Richard later told me that Scottie had come to the hospital and saw her in the nursery but I'm not sure I believe that. I think Richard was trying to make me feel better. I would rather think he turned his back on her without ever having seen her than to think he saw her, looked at her and cared so little about that wonderful child that he walked away without looking back.
She was a great baby. I knew I would have to go back to school as soon as possible if I wanted to finish out the year with passing grades. The school was very understanding but they still expected the work to be done. Fortunately, Stephanie was born the Thursday before Spring Break so I had at least that week that wouldn't count against me. After that, I did make up work while she slept and went back to school when she was almost 3 weeks old.
I had made the decision to not feed her to get her to sleep, to not rock her, to not pat her. I felt it would be the best thing for both of us if she learned from the beginning to go to sleep on her own. I tried her in a bassinet but she hated it so I ended up putting her in a portable crib in whatever room I was in during the day and she slept in her crib at night.
Honestly that first month or so is kind of a blur for me now. I remember a couple of occasions where I would be sitting on the floor at the coffee table doing homework and she would be in a bouncy seat next to me while I bounced it with my knee. Holding a bottle with one hand and a pencil with the other. Whatever needed to be done, I did. I got up at night with her, changed, fed and put her back to bed. In the mornings I got up and fed her, got her ready for the day and headed out to school. At night I bathed her and got her ready for bed. My mother helped me a lot when she could but for the most part, I took care of the baby. Mom worked at night. She came home in the mornings and watched Stephanie during the day while I was in school. When I got home, I took over. It worked for us.
Thank God, Stephanie started sleeping through the night at about a month old. I fed and put her to bed late and she woke up early but I could sleep a full night.
We had a dog at that time, Rock. God he was so funny. The day we brought Stephanie home, he must have fallen in love. He never left her side for very long. Wherever she was, he was. If we were not in the room with her and she made a sound, he would come get someone and run back and forth until we went to see what was wrong with her. It was so funny.
To end this post today I am going to add that I thought for sure, once the baby was born, Scottie would come around. I just knew that he wouldn't be able to help himself, he would have to see her and once he did, he would want her. He never did and I was crushed. Richard later told me that Scottie had come to the hospital and saw her in the nursery but I'm not sure I believe that. I think Richard was trying to make me feel better. I would rather think he turned his back on her without ever having seen her than to think he saw her, looked at her and cared so little about that wonderful child that he walked away without looking back.
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