The First Week

by heirtoblair on March 26, 2012

We sat impatiently in the hospital room, in regular clothes with bags packed and a small boy in white cotton. My husband paced for discharge papers & I grabbed a few more diapers & formula samples to take home & the nurse cheerfully told us we would be the last to leave that afternoon. We rolled our eyes.

firstdayhome The First Week

An hour later, I slid into the backseat next to an infant carrier with the tiny human I created, & my husband drove through Burger King because we were starving. Being last to discharge does not mean lunch in the hospital. We drove home with little fanfare – no pictures of Harrison on the front step or Doug carrying him through the door for the first time. Just one I snapped thirty minutes later because he was still sleeping in the carrier & we asked, “So what do we do with him now?” What do we do, indeed. The Momma brought an overnight bag packed for several overnights & we gave Harrison his first sponge bath, fumbling with small washcloths & wondering if we were hurting him, if he was too hot, too cold, too…loved. The Momma assured us we were doing it right & pushed us into bed, taking the night shifts for the first few nights & making sure we launched into parenthood with a few solid REM cycles. It was the best baby gift we received. The third week in October blew in cooler air &, dressed in a bridesmaids gown, I made an emergency stop in Target for fleece footed jams. I never considered them before, but 48 hours into motherhood brought the knowledge that my baby needed outfits that were warm, comfortable, & easy. My kid never wore any fussy outfits.

blissedout The First Week

I felt blissed-out, completely at ease & whole in my heart. (It would be a different story in a few months, but that first week felt like my destiny.) I was sore & tired & overwhelmed, of course, but each morning The Momma & I shared a cup of coffee while Harrison napped in his swing & by the end of the week, she left during the day so I could do motherhood on my own. I made mistakes with swaddling & there was the night when he did not sleep at all, but I can’t even call the first week “surviving” – we learned & loved & did it well.

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{ 6 comments… read them below or add one }

Laurie March 26, 2012 at 9:44 am

Ohhhhhhhh look at sweet little Harrison!!!


Kate March 26, 2012 at 10:37 am

I’m with you on the non-fussy clothes. My babies live in one piece outfits (footie pajamas, rompers, onesies, or just a diaper in the heat of the summer) for the first two years or so unless we’re “going out.” Note that “going out” does not include trip to the Dr or (most) errands.


Ali @thecoffeeqween March 26, 2012 at 10:59 am

Aw sweet baby Harrison!!!


Heidi K March 26, 2012 at 11:04 am

“What do we do with him now?” My husband and I literally said the exact same thing to each other when we came home w/ our first. We have a pic of the cat inspecting him while he sleeps in his carseat. There’s another pic of my husband playing guitar to him. 13 1/2 months later…brought #2 home…sorry buddy, no cutsie pics of you while Daddy played guitar. Poor little guy was getting the photographic shaft from day 1!!


Erin March 26, 2012 at 11:05 am

Beautifully written. I remember the bridesmaid post and wondered then how you did it, only to turn around a few months later and do the same thing myself. It’s amazing what we moms can accomplish!


t.bird March 26, 2012 at 12:13 pm

i remember that weiner romper ::sniff::


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