I just had a nice conversation with a friend of mine, who’s having a baby for the very first time.
“I have no idea what to do! I don’t know what anything is for and what the baby even really does besides cry and what not,” Briana said.
“I really didn’t know what to do either. I had all sorts of advice, but they all went over my head. You’ll get that mother’s instinct as soon as your baby is born and you WILL know what to do.” I replied. This was true. I was advised to take classes and read all sorts of books. To be honest, I don’t really remember half the things I read unless I’m truly interested in it. So if I read something about colic before the baby is even born, I would honestly not remember squat about it. AFTER my son was born, I then grabbed what information I could and tried my best to understand it or get what information I could, because I was honest to goodness concerned or half the time, worried.
My husband, who was 45 when my son was born (I was 31) and I had never had children before. So this was the first for both of us. Being the procrastinator that I am, I never thought to get anything prepared. One day, I took a regular visit to the doctor and was immediately admitted to the hospital almost 5 weeks before my due date. Luckily my house was clean, but nothing else was ready.
I had gestational diabetes and had really high blood pressure. In fact, it went up just from being in a sitting up position. Pre-eclampsia was what my doctor said. I was told to sit and not do anything while I was in the hospital, but of course I didn’t listen, because I was busy blogging and buying baby stuff. I was a mess.
Hours later, I had no choice but to go in for a C-Section. Boy that was crazy! Anyway, long story short, it all went well, I had cried about everything, I couldn’t hold my son (or see him) for about 48 hours, because of some medication I had in my system, and everything made me cry.
When I finally met my little baby for the first time, I had emotions and love that I didn’t think I could ever have. I loved my little baby with all of my being. With that, I cared for him without a care as to what other people thought, besides the fact that I’m going to do what I felt was best for my own child.
When my son was about 2 months old, my husband had gone out of town for business. So I went over to visit my parents. One night, my son a little warm. I took his temperature and it was 100.7 °F. Anything over 100 °F usually concerns me. So I woke up my mom and told her he had a temperature and that I thought about taking him to the hospital. She said, “you shouldn’t freak out about every little thing. You need to stay calm. Babies get temperatures and they get sick all the time. That’s not too bad.”
So I went back into my room and tried to calm down. After a few hours, I checked again and this time I Googled information about babies with temperatures over 100 °F. More than 5 websites told me that children under 3 months old should see a doctor immediately. Without minding my own mom, I grabbed our things and headed over to the hospital.
My little Oliver ended up having to stay in the hospital for 5 days, because they couldn’t find the bacteria or virus or whatever they thought it was initially, until after day 4. Turned out to be a urinary tract infection (UTI). Doctor said it was a really good thing I had taken him to the hospital when I did, because babies that young (and prematurely born) had a high risk of seizures when it comes to infections and high temperatures.
I cannot believe my own mother was so wrong! With that, I sadly never took advice from her again.
The doctor said it was that special instinct that mothers have about their children that helped me save my son.
So I told my friend, “you’ll be just fine.”