Mr. Ryan gave us quite the run for our money in the first week of his life. I'll give you the abridged version.
Our first night in the hospital was great. We had a fantastic nurse, Jo. She was amazing and helpful and did everything she could to make us comfortable. Because of my c-section, we were slated to stay in the hospital for 3 nights, something both Tim and I were NOT looking forward to. We wanted to get our baby home and with home being less than a mile away, it was killing us.
Dad, Ryan, and our favorite nurse.
Our first full day with Ryan was bit of a whirlwind. We had visitor after visitor. So many people needed to meet Ryan and we were happy to oblige. We wanted to show him off and have him meet his entire family. My mom, dad, sisters, brother-in-law, nephews and niece all came by in the morning to say goodbye before making the trek back up to Seattle. It was amazing that they were all there for the birth of Ryan and I was so happy that they got to be a part of it.
By late afternoon all three of us were exhausted and ready to settle in for the night as a family of three. We were getting a new nurse every 8 hours which was a little annoying. We would finally get to know and feel comfortable with a nurse and she'd be gone. At about 8 pm a new nurse came on and immediately didn't like Ryan's breathing. She called in NICU and the NICU nurse agreed, Ryan's breaths per minute were way too high. There was nothing they could do at this point except monitor him. I was exhausted from surgery and all of the visitors and I didn't handle this information too well. I wasn't the strong mama I wanted to be and broke down anytime it was discussed.
In the car seat for the first time.
By the next afternoon Ryan had regulated his breathing and all was well. He was little jaundice, but the doctor's weren't worried because this is fairly normal. We were released from the hospital on Saturday morning with instructions to head back to the doctor on Sunday to check Ryan's jaundice levels.
We spent one blissful afternoon at home with our baby before night interrupted. Ryan was wanting to eat all the time. I felt like he was getting a good latch, but he never seemed satisfied. By morning, I knew his jaundice wasn't improving. He hadn't pooped and had only had one wet diaper. There was no doubt in my mind that it was going to be bad news at the doctor's.
Mother knows best and the doctor confirmed all my fears. Ryan had lost over a pound, which was more than the normal 10% of body weight that most newborns lose. His jaundice levels were too high and we were given instructions to go home, repack, and head back to the hospital.
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