Here is a post that I wrote months ago and never posted. I had hopes to add pictures to it before I posted it and never got around to it. It’s fun to read this two months later. I’ll post pictures with the next post.
Jonah is one month old now! This past month has been so full. We’ve ventured out into the world to go to church, Target and made a trip to Rochester to see Cody’s 94 year old grandmother. Staying home seems much easier when the windchills hit negative numbers, but my extrovert side craves exercise when we are home-bound for a few days at time. I’m ready for Spring!!
I’ve really enjoyed getting to know Jonah over the past few weeks and never really thought about the adjustment that it would be to have him here with us. Cody made a reference about “things getting back to normal” and we both laughed at the realization that our old “normal” is gone and the new “normal” has come. We’re still figuring out what that will look like.
It’s been an emotional month for me, which I guess it pretty normal. Coming home from the hospital was one of the most emotional expereinces of my life. I know that some people can’t wait to get out of the hospital to come home, but I felt really safe there. There were nurses to take care of me and Jonah, someone who brought us food three times a day, nursery workers who took care of Jonah at night and a perfectly comfortable bed for Cody to sleep on right beside me. We had lots of visitors, so I still felt like we had access to the outside world and a huge window with a view of a small part of minneapolis. What more did we need. Even Cody has made reference to the “safety” of the hospital.
When we got home my emotion was overwhelming. Probably, not obvious really to Cody, his mom, or Jonah, but I was a mess. My house all of the sudden didn’t feel as safe as it did before we left for the hospital and I was disappointed that my nesting efforts didn’t pay off a bit more. I was pretty much couch-bound because of the surgery and I couldn’t really do anything to help my situation. All I could do was hold this unfamiliar being in my arms, feed him and change him. One of the nurses insisted that my only job was to take care of myself and to take care of Jonah. That’s it! But I still really didn’t feel like I knew how to do either one of those things well.
Now that a few weeks have passed Jonah isn’t so unfamiliar anymore. I’ve studied his face and his receding hairline, understand his cues, and love him like I’ve known him my entire life. He is so precious and such a gift. He’s been smiling at us since week two which was a surprise to us and others that held him. Of course we believe that he is responding to us and not the bubbles in his belly.