River's now been with us for a full 46 days, and yesterday was my very first Father's day. giving me cause to stop and reflect on what has already gone by so fast, and what might be yet to come. Regrettably, we didn't get a chance to celebrate yesterday due to the fact that Eden is still recovering from her hospitalization due to a deep vein thrombosis that had developed in her left leg, presumably due to her relatively recent C-section. She's doing all right now, or at least closer to all right, but the whole event was just completely screwed up by almost all of the medical staff involved, causing her to have almost two weeks of steadily increasing pain and dizziness that would have been completely unnecessary if a correct diagnosis had been given the first time we were in the ER, or if anyone along the way had actually listened to our fears and acknowledged how intense her pain was. Add to that the fact that the advice given to us by the medical professionals involved was actually horribly dangerous with a DVT (affected limbs should not be massaged, nor should she have engaged in significant exercise as a portion of the clot might have broken off and caused a pulmonary embolism or an aneurism) and it just has me completely at a loss.
We're completely flummoxed by the whole thing, but we've decided to look into changing Eden and River's healthcare to another facility once she's recovered, because this is far from the only problem we've had with them, although it is surely the most serious thus far, and we don't want to see how much worse they can do. Her actual family physician seems competent enough, but is rarely available due to being on call for multiple deliveries most times, and the other doctors and support staff seem absolutely clueless at best, and seriously dangerous, at worst.
Enough angst on that subject; the pain is subsiding, slowly, and her mobility is increasing incrementally - she'll have to be on blood thinners for the next half year, but hopefully will come out of this without long term effects.
We were due to celebrate by going out with both sets of grandparents yesterday, and would have been able to have my brother, Tim, meet his niece for the first time, but we decided that rescheduling was simply the best option, and it should just mean that we get together a bit further down the road. We don't often get to have both halves of the clan meet, but its always a good time when it happens - most years we've at least been able to pull together Thanksgiving, and hopefully will be able to do so again this year (have I mentioned that this is my very favorite meal of the year?) My mother got to come up with a friend last month and spend a few hours just holding her, and I did get the chance to make a very quick run down to Philomath for time with Dad, but she's already grown so much since then.
It's incredible to me that we've had nearly 7 weeks already with River in our lives, and yet so much has already happened, and changed. I've always had trouble relating to very young kids, as I just haven't been able to see any signs of pre-sentience for the first few years, but that's definitely not the case with River. Obviously I have had a lot more time to observe her, and might have felt differently if I'd had similar opportunities with others, but it's hard to state for certain, as I'm hopelessly biased of course. I can't wait for the next few steps towards crawling, vocalizing with a variety of sounds, and having a slightly longer attention span. And of course, there's another big change that I can't wait for: sleeping through the night!.
Its absolutely fascinating to see her evolve, just bit by bit, every day. Yesterday was a bit of a breakthrough in that respect; she's starting to figure out what hands are for! She first showed this while I was changing her out of PJs that she'd spit up on - I picked her up after getting her in the new set and realized that her momentum felt kind of funny. Looked down, and she had an iron grip on her pacifier... which was still tethered to her previous outfit via a kind of clip on band, making a pretty decently heavy pendulum with the amount of soakage that she'd accomplished. Kept holding on for a good 30 seconds too; long enough to bring her out into the front room and show the grandparents. It probably doesn't sound like much to non-parents, but this feels like a huge step to me - as you can see, when I put her down last night, she immediately grabbed the back of her pacifier and actually held it in place as she fell asleep - she's gotten as far as figuring out that she doesn't want it to fall out, but hasn't quite mastered avoiding accidentally spitting it out!
Its funny, though, reading through the various parenting books that I've obtained - so many of them are oriented on the traditional model of a mother staying home while the dad goes off to work, and that's just not how things end up for us. With Eden having been sick, a lot of the night time care and off hours has fallen to me, as it just hasn't been safe, much less comfortable, for Eden to jump up at the drop of a hat, or in this case, pacifier. The texts so often reference the first time a father takes his child out on his own, or babysits alone for a few hours, etc, etc, etc, and its kind of landing with Eden in that role, which is mildly amusing. I can't wait until she's feeling better so that she has more of an opportunity to engage with River and see the fine granulations of her progress, and not just because I'd love to be able to split the labor. I haven't had much in the way of sequential sleep for a month and a half now.
Thankfully, her grandma Suzanne has been fabulously helpful in this respect - we've evolved a routine such that she watches over the baby for a few hours in the morning after waking, if she doesn't have plans of her own. Its not much on paper, but in practice, that extra 2 or 3 hours without interruption is probably all that's stood between me and a clock tower. Honestly, our family has been marvelous about supporting us through this rough patch, and I think it just shows how lucky we are to have them to count on. I'm not sure how we would survive without their assistance.
Sometimes I worry, as Eden does, about how we'll be able to transition to a more independent model over the next few years. Its crazy how difficult it can be to navigate with minimal funds and neither of us has really gotten very far, emotionally, in accepting our respective disabilities. That said, I do see some advantages to our situation. As I said, we have incredible support from family and friends, and River will at least have the advantage of two readily available parents, even if we aren't always fully capable at times. And she'll always have our love, unfiltered, even when she takes advantage of the fact that we're already completely wrapped around her tiny little fingers.