The Night I Got to Know Margo
On Margo’s second night, she was inconsolable. She was having trouble eating, or Maia was having trouble producing milk, or some combination of the two. We got advice from nurses and lactation consultants, and we took the 1-hour class, but there was nothing we could do to get her to stop crying. We were exhausted and confused and overwhelmed by the situation. Adrenalin had taken us through the previous night as we moved from the delivery room to the recovery room, but the adrenalin had run out for all three of us.
Around midnight, the nurse suggested walking her around the halls of the hospital, because – perhaps – the motion of her cart/bed-on-wheels would soothe her. And, so I went. Nervous about waking up the other parents, nervous about the overall situation, nervous about whether we would ever be able to calm Margo down. I took one lap around the new parent recovery area, and then I decided to simply go back and forth in one hallway that was farthest from the patients’ rooms. We went very slowly because the basinette on wheels was harder to maneuver and more rickety than a grocery cart, and I didn’t want to make any sudden movements.
Back-and-forth up-and-down the hall. Then she stopped crying.
But, I still took her back-and-forth up-and-down the hall.
Then I stopped, and I took her in my arms, and I sat in a chair. And we sat there for somewhere between 1 and 2 hours. And I stared at her. And she slept. And I thought that maybe Maia and I could actually do this. I sort of fell asleep with her and slumped over two chairs with her in my arms. Around 3 a.m. I went back to our room because I was so tired that I needed to be in a bed.
And then she pooped.
Love Jake