Basically none of that happened.
It didn't last long. His numbers started climbing again despite 10 feedings a day (my milk hadn't come in, but that's another paragraph) and so we had to rent a billi pad and have him attached to it all day and all night. We had daily heel pricks at the hospital till he was 3 weeks old. Crazy time drain and such a bummer. We were glad Ryan was home to manage every one else in the house.
Without going into too much detail on the Internet, I was losing a lot of blood. By 10 days post-partum my midwife realized I had retained placenta and she prescribed me a medication that was supposed to cause the placenta piece to come out on its own, through INCREASED bleeding. It didn't work and I was pale and hardly able to walk up the stairs from all of the blood loss. And pretty much had my most embarrassing moment of my life at sacrament meeting that Sunday. When we met with the midwife at 2.5 weeks post-partum, she let me know I'd need a D&C. We were so grateful that Ryan's mom was scheduled to fly into town. She was able to stay with Levi and the other kids while I had the procedure and recovered. I felt better as I walked out of the hospital. I had no idea how draining that blood loss had been.
Due to the blood loss, D&C, retained placenta, and not nursing for a day--I pretty much had no milk. I'm a determined girl, so I spent the next 6 weeks pumping, drinking mother's milk tea, doing the SNS system, gulping down fenugreek and blessed thistle, meeting weekly with lactation specialists. I did get my milk supply to about 75% of what Levi needs and felt good about it, but I think I spent 20-30 hours a week on nursing related activities.
And then, at 4 weeks, we took our sweet baby for a walk. I bundled him up in a hoodie snowsuit and when we came home, Jane pulled him out of his carseat. She was 2 feet away from me as she tripped over a baby seat on the floor and fell to the wood floor...Levi in her arms, his head hitting the floor first. I could tell he was hurt, and spent some time comforting him. He calmed down and I thought he was okay...until I removed the hood from his head an hour later and he had a bump the size of a cue ball on his head. I began to shriek for Ryan, called the after hours nurse who told me to go immediately to the pediatric ER downtown.
The next 6-8 hours were the most scared I've ever been for my child's health. The cat scan showed a skull fracture and bleeding. They did a full body scan for what seemed like hours (found out later that it was to check for child-abuse related fractures) while he screamed. We had to wait 6 hours for a follow up CAT scan that would indicate whether the bleeding was worsening and whether he'd need surgery or whether we should be concerned about brain damage. It was horrible. Ryan had blessed him and felt like he'd be fine, but it was so hard to have faith in that blessing when we just kept getting bad news.
The second CAT scan was the best news. The bleeding had gone DOWN (which is atypical) and things looked really good. We ended up spending 3 days in the PICU because he was so young and they needed to watch him. We got excellent care and all follow up visits have shown zero residual effects. We are so grateful.
Two sweet events from the night. For some crazy reason, Levi gave us his first REAL smile. And the BYU basketball team was in town playing. My good friend is the head coach's daughter and she hooked Levi up with quite the BYU gear: a shirt signed by all the players.
You're wondering about Jane, aren't you? Well, through a true tender mercy, she was completely unaware that she had caused the injury. She thought that it had happened an hour later (when I found the hematoma and started freaking out), upstairs in my room. We were so shocked that she wasn't acting upset AT ALL. It wasn't till we came home and were reviewing Levi-care with the kids that she said "Wait?! HOW DID HE GET HURT??" (it had started to dawn on her as we discussed carrying, falling, etc.) and began to sob as we told her, that it was due to her fall. We were so grateful that we were able to tell her that he was completely fine, that even though she did it, she didn't need to worry because he was going to be okay. Heavenly Father is kind both to my baby as he was healed and safe and to my 10 year old as he protected her during a weekend that could have been miserable for her.
So yeah. That was the first month of Levi's life. Not much in the way of lazy snuggling and "enjoying the baby". I still found time to take a billion pictures. And we had plenty of time to fall in love with the best idea Heavenly Father ever had for our family.
(And in case you can't tell, here's a few from his photo shoot by our favorite, Randi Brunt):