This has nothing to do with anything, but I want to talk about my first night ever with newborn Ginny.
Ginny was born at 9:37 am, so Bryan and I got to spend an entire day as Us Three. We took turns snuggling our bundle, changing her diapers, and taking naps. When 8:00pm rolled around, as we did not have a private room that first night, it was time for Bryan to leave. I was terrified. We said our goodbyes, and then he left. He LEFT ME ALL ALONE. Bryan walked out that door, drove home, ate food, then collapsed on our comfy bed and slept for like, 12 hours straight. Lucky guy 😉
The nurse looking after us at that time told me that if I wished, she would take Ginny to the nursery for some of the night so I could sleep. I’m always going to be happy that I didn’t end up taking her up on that offer. I had fully intended to send Ginny off! I knew that I needed sleep and I knew that she would be safe without me. But…things changed quickly.
First of all, Ginny never cried. She just…didn’t. When she was hungry or needed a change, she would make gentle mewling-like noises. I had her…bassinet I guess it was, but we called it a bucket because we’re odd like that…bucket near the bed so I would reach in and help her out, whether it was food or cleanliness she was needing. Everything I needed was in arms reach of my bed so I only ever needed to get up when I had to pee.
Ginny and I made it successfully through the first few hours. I began to wonder when the nurse would come take her away for the night. We didn’t have a TV or anything in the room, and I was tired, so while Ginny snoozed in her bucket, I decided to doze a bit. This was hard. Anytime she sniffled or sneezed or flexed an eyebrow, I startled awake. Finally, I decided to just bring her into bed with me so that I would have peace of mind. Which worked!
Together, we snuggled in my bed. I held my little baby burrito close to my body, pulled my blanket over the both of us, and together we slept. It wasn’t the greatest sleep, as obviously I still had to wake for feedings, etc, and whenever she did shift it would stir me, but it was honestly one of the greatest nights of my life. Cradling her little body, smelling her skin, rubbing my face on the delicate knitted toque that some kind lady had made**, and just murmuring to my baby about how much I loved her, was amazing. She never cried, and neither did I, because we were just so utterly happy with one another.
So…yeah. That was my first night with Ginny. She’s awesome.
In other news: Christmas is coming! Duh! But I finished my shopping yesterday, and I’m excited to not have that to worry about anymore. Friday is Star Wars, Saturday is a party for the kids of employees at Bryan’s work, Sunday is the Christmas pageant at church, and then the next weekend is Christmas! I can’t wait to see Ginny’s face when she sees her stocking full in the morning and when she finally gets to tear open those gifts. It’s going to be magical.
Alright. End of post. Toodaloo, folks.
**I am thankful and emotional about the women (and I guess men too?) who knit toques for newborns. My own grandmother used to sit in her rocking chair knitting the softest little hats to give to the hospitals. It’s such a special service, and even though Ginny’s hat wasn’t knitted by MY grandmother, it is still such a special clothing item that we are always going to treasure.