Sorry for not posting for a few days, but as you might imagine, things have been pretty busy around here and the hospital does not have Internet access. So that is Ben’s full name that will appear on his birth certificate. Ben is a name that both Jet and I liked for different reasons; short for “Benja” in Thai, which has a good meaning when translated for Buddists and is literally translated as “Five”, which Ben is the tenth grandchild, but the fifth boy. The middle names Jet picked out. She really liked the name Andrew after my name, but I really wanted a Thai middle name. Since Ben was born on a Tuesday, a Thai name that matched that day being born was Jirapat. I am not sure what it translates to right now (oops!), but it is a name that Jet was quite taken with and is somewhat similar sounding to her Thai name – Jittima. I also like the name Jirapat because it is similar to the last name of my good friend at UW-Milwaukee, Sup (his last name is Jarupathirun). The tough decision was going along with two middle names, which is something that I am not used to, but was assured that it was common. Well, I suppose that it follows in-step with names down in the South in which everyone is known by their first two names (e.g., Betty-Sue, Billy-Ray, John-David, etc.).
The last two days have been very interesting and starkly different than the events on Tuesday. On Wednesday morning, Ben was circumcised and for much of the day was not hungry. He was in the mood to eat at 5:00pm and wanted to keep at it for several hours! Jet would give him breaks after 30 minutes on each side, but for every break, he would not stop crying. That disturbed us very much as we tried nervously and franticly to find out what was wrong. His diaper was clean, I tried holding him and sticking my pinkie finger in his mouth (in a non-latex glove), but no matter our efforts, he only stopped crying when he was feeding with Jet. I guess we would not have much of a problem with that, but the lactation nurses at our hospital said that after a certain amount of time feeding, that Ben was only using Jet as a pacifier. More of a concern for us, however, was that Jet was starting to get severe cramps from her uterus shrinking back to normal size. I also didn’t know if Jet was sore from getting exercise during the day. I had Jet walk around the entire hospital floor at two different times during the day with me, which the nurses said should help with the healing process. Jet had started off slow and in much pain during both walks, but was able to move at a regular pace without too much strain for most of the walks. At around 10:00pm on Wednesday night, we decided to send Ben to the nursery so that Jet could get some rest and that I would go home so that I could get some rest. They gave Jet lots of pills for pain and sleeping, which I was told worked. I went home so that I could get a good night’s sleep because early in the morning I had to head to Atlanta to pick up Jet’s mom from the airport, arriving from Thailand. I didn’t want to be driving for 3+ hours in the morning without having much sleep in the past 2-3 days.
On Thursday morning I went to pick up Jet’s Mom from the airport. Her flight landed at 9:33am Eastern time, but I did not see her until 10:50am (had to go through customs, etc.). We picked up her luggage immediately and headed back to Oxford. We stopped at our house first so that we could leave Jet’s Mom luggage there and so that her Mom could catch a quick shower, which can be very refreshing after a 20 hour flight. Once finished, we set off to Anniston (RMC – Regional Medical Center) to the hospital and baby Ben. When we arrived, I just brought Jet’s Mom to Jet’s room and then I had to leave for JSU so that I would not miss my classes. Linda had spent most of the morning with Jet, and in fact, likely has spent more time with her than me at the hospital. How lucky we are to have her in our lives. Both Linda and Donald have played a “parental” role in our lives down here, and they have joked that Ben is like their grandchild since they don’t have one of their own, but as great of supporters they have been for us, they have been much greater friends. I arrived at JSU with only 2 minutes to spare, so my first class was pretty hectic for me and by the end of class, I was plain exhausted. I then had four hours to rest and finish preparing for my last class of the day at 6:15pm, which served me well. By the time that my evening class began, I felt ready to take on the world again. After class, I went back to the hospital to see how things had been while I had been away. Linda had just left, but had made a huge baked chicken dinner for everyone (including rice – how thoughtful!) that Jet kept raving about how delicious it was. Jet was right. I noticed that Jet was moving in and out of bed with much greater ease than on Wednesday, which I took as a good sign that she was feeling better. Jet told me that Ben had been crying all day again and he only stopped when he was feeding. This got Jet a bit concerned because she didn’t know if he was crying because she might have not been producing milk yet, and that he has just been hungry all along. I am not sure if there is a way to tell this other than checking his weight, which is what they will be doing on Friday before Jet and Ben come back home. Jet wanted both her Mom and myself to go back home and get a good rest after the busy day we had, while Jet planned on sending the Baby back to the nursery for the evening so that she could get some rest. Friday will be a different story, however, as they are planning on coming home and there will be no nurses to help us out on demand. It is both a very exciting but scary feeling to have. With Jet’s Mom and such wonderful neighbors nearby, and family and friends there to help us out afar, I think we just may be alright.