We survived the first week!
So someone should have really warned me that the baby blues is no joke. It's seriously no joke! Yesterday was the first day I HAVE NOT cried since he was born. I look over at my beautiful boy and suddenly: cue the waterworks. I start thinking about the hospital and then I start thinking about how much I miss the hospital: cue waterworks. I lay down for a nap and smell my bub's blanket next to me: cue waterworks. And then at 4:00 PM every day, anxiety hits and I am on edge. Anything and I mean ANYTHING can set me off in tears (yet again).
Dave: "Sweetie, what's wrong?!!"
Me: "I have no idea! Wahhh!"
Yesterday was the first day where I felt almost 'normal' again. I'm hoping these baby blues have started to fade.
Kim has been up here since Friday to get in some good Grandma time with Thurston and give Dave and I a few breaks. She has spoiled us rotten and has given Dave and I much appreciated opportunities to get out on our own for short periods (until fussy baby calls for lunch!). Yesterday, for Thurston's One Week Old celebration, we all headed down to my Dad's for a delicious brunch and later we trucked over to Whole Foods to grab some treats and show off the "bundle" to Dave's co-workers.
Right now, I'm on the morning shift with the cute thing. Last night he wouldn't detach from my boob long enough to let me sleep until around 11. Dave stayed up with him until 1:30 so that I could get some uninterrupted rest. I got up with fussy bub at 7:30 this morning to give Dave some rest. This schedule seems to be working fairly well for the three of us since Dave tends to be more of the night owl and I'm usually up early on my own. I usually manage some respectable amount of sleep, even if it is intermittent. I love waking up to the early light and seeing my beautiful little boy stretching and yawning, making tiny squeaks and coos, and punching out his arms in glorious early morning sleepiness. I know that in minutes his face will scrunch up and get red and the wailing will soon follow but I love watching him in these precious minutes.
I'm still pretty sore from the whole birthing large baby ordeal but I'm slowly healing. I have to remind myself that I can't actually walk at my normal (turbo) pace for another couple weeks, which is a struggle. Jogging is further off than that. And I'm not really considering yoga right now (ow!). However, I am down about 22 pounds with about 18 to go! Come on breastfeeding magic! On a side note: the post partum belly is not nearly as scary as I thought it would be!
And now some pictures: