||[Sep. 14th, 2007|01:30 pm]
Whole lotta labia.
So. We'll be at six weeks on Monday and I thought I might put up an entry to remind myself later of how it's going.|
It's going well.
I managed to miss the postpartum depression entirely. I've had a few (like three or four) weepy periods that lasted all of about 5 minutes each. And most of those were entirely due to sleep deprivation. Some calm words from Steve, a good minute from C, and a nap and they're all better. She's sleeping mostly in 3 hour chunks at night. I get about 2 hours since nursing/pumping takes a half hour and then I have to get back to sleep but ST has taken on as his role the "get up, get her changed, get her to the food" job and so I get my sleepy butt to the rocker and a clean, sweet baby is delivered to me. She spends nights in her swing (usually not swinging) but she'll nap anywhere for a few minutes, a few hours if she's swaddled since she hasn't quite outgrown that reflex yet.
I get up and showered every day, I get my teeth brushed, and I'm wearing clean clothes every morning. My legs could use a wax, but my toenails look good. I was worried about what Mika described as "wandering around in a milk stained nightgown" but have managed to avoid it. When I get a break I do all my usual stuff, laundry, dishes, checkbook, tidy the house, etc. We've made it out of the house most days even if it's just for a quick run for lunch or something, so the baby has learned to love her carseat and she can be counted on to zonk out for most, if not all, of the ride. She also loves stroller rides, which is great because I've found some wonderful trails nearby so I'm getting my exercise in while she gets a good quality nap.
It's not a complete joyride, she's hitting her six week fussy period with a vengance. Instead of minor fussing when she's gassy or hungry she can be really cranky until it's remedied. Still, if what I get is the baby who is a joy most of the time but every few hours gets cranky until I take her for a walk down to the mailbox? I'm doing well. So far (knock wood) she doesn't cry for no reason. Don't get me wrong, sometimes her reason is just that she's bored or doesn't like the view from that angle, but I'm ok with that. She loves her sling and that buys us both a lot of credit with each other. She was getting really fussy in the evenings but that's tapering down and Steve is really enjoying the bonding time with her. She has fun in the bath, she's taking a bottle with no problems again (we had a few days of struggle that turned out to be linked to feeding her when she wasn't hungry and feeding her out of a bottle she didn't particularly like anymore. we wait an hour and we use a different bottle and she's a whole new kid). Every night she gets a bath, a book (or two), and a bottle and then she's down for the count. Last night for five and a half hours at a stretch, divine.
A moment to talk about my husband: He's still a saint. If I get super tired he volunteers to take her out while I nap. He loves that we've got her on the bottle once a day because it gives them time together. Sometimes he looks at her and I can see his eyes go all dewy and then he comes over and kisses her five or six times. He said the other night that his life before was missing something and now it's not. Now he feels like he's got a purpose. ("To keep her off the pole," he says) He reads her Goodnight Moon, pausing to comment on the existential angst of the 'goodnight nobody' page and when they get to the end he keeps going with H.P. Lovecraft monsters. (I have it on film, it's friggin' hysterical) He is the most amazing father, even when he puts his rifle range ear protection on while he walks around the deck rubbing her back until she burps.
She's smiling, focusing on bright objects and tracking them in her vision, and her head and neck control are amazing. We tend to spend our tummy time on the lovely quilt Mrs. Chelle's Mom made and the soft fluffy bits are beginning to attract her attention. And every Thursday we go hang out with the moms and babies at the breastfeeding support group at the hospital and see how everyone else is. It's great because we can see everyone having good days and bad days. The week Chloe learned to smile and kick to get her bouncy seat to move was the same week that little David started teething and cried inconsolably, but the week that Chloe couldn't stop accidentally pushing the boob out of her mouth and then crying when it was gone was the same week that baby Emily learned to roll over. It's great for advice, support, and most of all for perspective.
I'm due back to work in the office on the 15th and I'm going to miss her terribly, but her day-care provider is wonderful so I know she's in good hands. My milk supply is good thanks to Mym and my fantastic LC at the hospital and there are 70oz frozen in the basement. I have grand plans for the future and ST and I never tire of talking about places we'll go and things we'll show her. I start Weight Watchers again tomorrow because I like the structure. I'm tired, I'm not going to lie to you. I get about eight hours of sleep but not getting them in a row is hard. Still, she's had nights in the last two weeks where she slept for 5 hours in a row so I think we might be coming up on regular stretches that long and that will be great. And when we're up together at night we're quietly sitting in the rocker while she nurses and stares up at me and I get to fall in love all over again, so if I'm going to be missing sleep? That's the best reason for it.