Waking up at three in the middle of the night to feed a baby is tough. Waking up at three in the middle of the night to feed a baby and then pump for twenty minutes is harder. Waking up at three in the middle of the night to feed a baby and pump for twenty minutes without the help of the internet to distract you while pumping just plain sucks. Especially since the boys are fast asleep. I’m just saying.
A few things I’ve done this week that I haven’t done in weeks – or maybe months:
Slept on my stomach. And was it ever glorious. At first it felt all decadent and like I was breaking the rules. Then Nate cooed from his little cosleeper dealiebob and I drowsily remembered there is no reason not to sleep in any position I see fit. Tonight, I just might try sleeping on my back! I’m crazy and wild like that!
Touched my own toes. Without grunting. Without straining. Just reached right on down and touched my own toes. I see a pedicure in my future. Mostly because I can actually see my toes now. I doubt I see a pedicure in my future done by me, but I could if I wanted. I’d rather pay the nice lady who lets me read my book while making my toes pretty.
Saw my ankle bones. It was brief, but there they were. What no one tells you before you have a C-Section is that you are very likely to see a “fluid shift” while recovering. So while my ankles were a little swollen before Nathan arrived, that whadn’t nothing compared to after he arrived. At one point my ankles were bigger than my calves. Much bigger. Now they are ankle sized again. Although by evening the ankle bones are making a break for disappearing, but we’re so on the road to recovering!
Couldn’t find pants small enough to stay up in my closet. If I discount the water weight I poured on at the end, and I’m going to discount it thankyouverymuch, I didn’t gain as much weight as Nathan weighed when he was born. Not to mention he had accoutrement such as his fluid and placenta. I lost weight while pregnant. Enough that I don’t have any pants about which David doesn’t say, “Um, don’t take this the wrong way, but your pants are baggy.” Add in the breastfeeding and I’m hoping it’s new wardrobe time come autumn! This might go faster if I cut out the ice cream.
And how much time does a newborn require? I actually started this at three while pumping. It’s now twelve hours later. And only four of those were spent sleeping. But, damn, is he a handsome little man.
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