Oh my goodness, I wish I knew words powerful enough to properly explain how deeply in love I am with this precious baby boy. All I know is I just want him to be happy at every moment. Taking care of my little one is the bestest job ever. Yeah he poops on me, pees on me, spits up on me…but who cares. I know that if he’s fussy it means he’s hungry or gassy and needs to let something loose. Otherwise he’s so content and makes the sweetest little baby sounds and movements. He goes from flailing his arms wildly into this s-l-o-w matrix move sometimes that just cracks me up. I really could watch him just exist all day. (and sometimes I do). I wish he could sleep on me forever and ever. Oh and his stump fell off so first real bath is coming soon!
This week was pretty good without my mom here. John worked and went to his mcat classes, but I was fine alone with little guy. Went to the pedi and he gained 10 oz over the last week! Yay for chuggin’ breastmilk. His little leggies are starting to fill out, and his cheeks have gotten plumper and even more kissable. I feel like he looks SO different now, his face is changing. Speaking of faces…this kid sure makes a lot of them:
Healing from the section is going well. I don’t see my doctor until Tuesday, but I don’t need painkillers anymore so that’s good. The area is still sore and hurts to touch, but I can move like a normal human being again. Can’t wait to get this tape off and get a clean bill of health from my doc. My stomach is starting to go down, I guess that’s partly from breastfeeding? And partly water loss? Not sure. Here is my 2 weeks post partum shot.
I should’ve taken one after birth and at 1 week but seriously, who’s thinking about pictures at that time? I finally got on the scale and have lost 14 lbs. So mostly baby/placenta/blood I guess? I bought a cheapie belly binder that people say is supposed to help you regain your figure quickly…let’s see if it works. I have yet to try it since I need help getting it on I’m going to buy bio oil for my stretchmarks, but if they don’t go away, so be it. (I’m shocked that I care so little about them now.)
I’m still trying to get a nap when Roey’s sleeping during the day, but with less help for household stuff it’s a little bit harder. Everyone says to let the housework slide and take care of myself too, and I’m trying to remember to do that.
John is totally in love with lil guy too. I LOVE LOVE LOVE watching him interact with Rohan (or Roeski as John calls him) Outside of the fact that it’s so adorable seeing the physical contrast between big galoot father and tiny nugget son, I just love how in awe John is of him as well. We’ll just be sitting on the bed with the baby between us, both of us just watching him do his lil baby thing..and John will look at me and in a voice of wonder say something like “look what we did” or “did we really do that?” it’s so childlike but heartmelting.
What I’ve learned this week:
- I do not have enough brain cells to figure out how to work the Moby Wrap.
- Mommy guilt is super strong in me.
- It is OK to put your baby in his rocker so you can go take a poop.
- John will take out the garbage without me asking, if there are dirty diapers in it.
- Babies don’t care about morning breath.
- I can survive on less sleep than I thought.
Any advice for me?