hey friends! five weeks with this little dude … crazy!
physically: we are still sleep deprived but since joey and i are both home now, we can adjust our schedules to *try* and get some decent sleep. i have spent a ton of time casually reading/listening up on “wellness” [such a broad term] in the past few years, and with the little bit i know on hormones, it is really crazy that i can feel how it affects me when i don’t get a good night’s sleep. i crave sugar like a crazy person. yes, i know, the blizzards don’t help, but a girl’s gotta live, right? on nights when i’ve been up quite a bit, i try and sleep from the 4/5am feed – 7/8 instead of getting up like i had been.
i did not expect for my incision to be healed like it is at 6 weeks. last time around, since i had an infection, i was packing it with gauze up until i went back to work at 8 weeks. this time it’s perfectly closed and i’ve been able to get away with wearing the giant ace bandage around my midsection only at night. there’s still that nice ‘shelf’ [other c-section mommas, you know what i’m talking about], but that likely isn’t going away anytime soon. or at all, potentially. thankful that high-waisted everything is in 🙂
if you read my post yesterday, you know that i’m almost 6 weeks postpartum and going to start regularly working out for real, again [maybe ;)]. i’m looking forward to that [i think] and will be reporting back how that goes!
mentally/emotionally: my hormones are still all over the place, which is kind of disconcerting considering that i’m almost 6 weeks pp and i was hoping things would normalize, but i’m just acknowledging them as i feel them and trying to note and appreciate when i feel really ‘balanced.’ seriously, getting sleep is the key. to everything.
i am still experiencing more of the DMER as well with my milk letdown, but again, just noticing it and knowing it’ll go away shortly is helping. seriously, though, why don’t more people talk about this? with both of my children i’ve had a love/hate relationship with nursing/pumping. i definitely don’t hate nursing, but it’s not this big bonding experience that some women experience [jealous!]. i actually feel like holding and talking to my babies was more conducive to bonding vs. nursing.
even with crazy hormones [which i’ll never admit if joey asks me — IT’S NEVER THE HORMONES GUYS!], i feel like the good is just, really good. i feel like these two kids are just supposed to be here and i love our little fam. cole is the chill child and logan is the center-of-attention performer. i’m so happy with the day-to-day and even though i can get frustrated [the mom-guilt is strong when i’m not patient with logan], i can snap back out of that quickly and just appreciate what i have. i know there are people that are praying for children/a family, and i fully appreciate mine. the gratitude is strong over here.