I dream in math and babies.
I don’t know if other new moms have experienced this phenomenon, but for the past week, my infrequent sleep has been plagued with fuzzy calculations that never quite seem to work out: How many hours since the last feeding? How long has Sam been sleeping? How many days until the cord stub falls off? How many minutes was he nursing on the right? Or was it the left? How many diapers? Math is a nightmare for me anyway (half of my college decision was based on the fact that I wouldn’t be required to take any college-level math classes), but isn’t it enough to deal with it when I’m awake?
One of the reasons that numbers have figured so prominently in the care of my newborn is that he’s had some minor health problems that have required overnight monitoring of his blood oxygen saturation level. Long story short: it’s an altitude thing. Little Sam is hooked up to an oxygen tank all night and for much of the day. Our goal is to get him 90% or more saturated for 88% or more of the time. It makes for a lot of numbers to consider and considering them intelligently in the stupor of late-night feedings has proven difficult.
So in hopes of clearing my head of fuzzy math for the day, here’s a numerical breakdown of life with a baby:
11: Days of Sam’s young life.
7: Days of Sam’s young life that have included time in the hospital or trips to the doctor’s office
27: Minutes it took us to go from being against pacifier usage to coaxing one into Sam’s wimpering mouth
2.5: Hours is the longest that Sam has slept in one stretch in the night
13: Average number of diapers Sam goes through in a day.
5: Different phone numbers we have for the medical supply company that brings the oxygen and monitors
15: Approximate number of meals my wonderful mother left in our freezer.
3: Times I was peed on before I learned to factor in a wait time for diaper changing.
132: Hours spent marveling at Sam’s every squeak and yawn
1: Hand used to type all this while holding Sam in the other.