The First Night
The grandfather in the hospital said, "remember son, you will live through the first two weeks." I wasn't completely certain what he meant by this, as Adam had not raised his voice since his body was poked and prodded following delivery, surely a series of events that would inspire anyone to scream. None-the-less, the advice was sound however unclear it was to the parents.
As a father, you really have nothing to offer a newborn other than your unconditional love. Newborns have one thing on their mind and it is the instinct to nurse. Very little solace can be given to a newborn by simply holding them and without the cognitive skills to understand love and caring, their only instinct is to latch on the mother's breast. This is the only solace they will understand for some time.
The first night home illuminated a shortcoming in the dining service provided by the hospital. Two breakfasts in a row of scrambled eggs created an intolerable series of cascading gastrointestinal problems. As Adam's aunt once said about a flan she had made, "it's called egg fart pie." During the pregnancy the mother had no urge to eat eggs, and so for nine months, not an egg was eaten.
As designed by nature whatever the mother eats, it comes out in the breast milk. This basic concept makes perfect sense given the fact that in its natural surroundings, the baby must learn to eat what the mother eats. and the mother does not eat eggs, or at least she hadn't.
This two day period of scrambled eggs created an ongoing series of egg farts and a great deal of stomach discomfort. There was no mistaking why it had happened, but there was no way to console it until the ultimate movement had passed. Mom was strong throughout the night and the father grew increasingly worried about the next several months. Will this be a baby that cries constantly without a way to calm him? He is not eating, he is not pooping and he has not stopped crying. This appeared to be a problem to dad, while mom took the whole ordeal in stride and was concerned, but not fazed by it.
The next day, he finally passed the eggs and he seemingly was able to relax. There is still only one way to console him, a large pair of lactating breasts, but he can be consoled. The father looks on seeing the loving mother being forced to spend every moment with the newborn, without a break, but she does it without a complaint regardless of how much pain she still is following the birth.
As is often the case, grandfather was right, you will live through the first two weeks (though that is still unseen), we did make it though the first night, which was seemingly the hardest part yet.
As a father, you really have nothing to offer a newborn other than your unconditional love. Newborns have one thing on their mind and it is the instinct to nurse. Very little solace can be given to a newborn by simply holding them and without the cognitive skills to understand love and caring, their only instinct is to latch on the mother's breast. This is the only solace they will understand for some time.
The first night home illuminated a shortcoming in the dining service provided by the hospital. Two breakfasts in a row of scrambled eggs created an intolerable series of cascading gastrointestinal problems. As Adam's aunt once said about a flan she had made, "it's called egg fart pie." During the pregnancy the mother had no urge to eat eggs, and so for nine months, not an egg was eaten.
As designed by nature whatever the mother eats, it comes out in the breast milk. This basic concept makes perfect sense given the fact that in its natural surroundings, the baby must learn to eat what the mother eats. and the mother does not eat eggs, or at least she hadn't.
This two day period of scrambled eggs created an ongoing series of egg farts and a great deal of stomach discomfort. There was no mistaking why it had happened, but there was no way to console it until the ultimate movement had passed. Mom was strong throughout the night and the father grew increasingly worried about the next several months. Will this be a baby that cries constantly without a way to calm him? He is not eating, he is not pooping and he has not stopped crying. This appeared to be a problem to dad, while mom took the whole ordeal in stride and was concerned, but not fazed by it.
The next day, he finally passed the eggs and he seemingly was able to relax. There is still only one way to console him, a large pair of lactating breasts, but he can be consoled. The father looks on seeing the loving mother being forced to spend every moment with the newborn, without a break, but she does it without a complaint regardless of how much pain she still is following the birth.
As is often the case, grandfather was right, you will live through the first two weeks (though that is still unseen), we did make it though the first night, which was seemingly the hardest part yet.
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