So, one week out of the hospital, I’d like to say that I’m pretty alright at this parenting thing. Hubby is amazing. E is a champ, and we’re all working together to make this thing work.
She is feeding, sleeping and pooping exactly as she should. I never thought I’d care so much about another human’s feces, but there you have it. The day it turned colors like it was supposed to, it was a cause for celebration. It’s also a great sign that I am not yet a failure at the whole breastfeeding thing. For anyone thinking about attempting this feat- think about how far you made it in labor before begging for the epidural. If you made it halfway, or had the epi turned off prior to birth, then you can attempt it. If you rolled into the hospital at 1 cm and mild contractions and begging for the drugs, you may want to think again. Next to labor, this pain is the most mind-numbing and toe-curling I’ve ever experienced. However, it’s best for the Pup and that’s good enough for me. You also have to be prepared for your baby to make this horrible face when offered a boob.
Other than that, we’re settling into a rhythm, and really enjoying being a family. We did the first sponge bath, mostly to fix up her totally hot hair. We've finally gotten everything organized. And I've already lost 19 of the 26 lbs. I gained. If this keeps up, by the time I quit feeding E, I'll be at my goal weight rather than my prepregnancy weight. Yahoo!
I’m going to be so depressed when Hubby goes back to work. Why can’t we be independently wealthy so he can stay home for a long, long time? To make myself feel better about this issue- that’s not going to be an issue for at least another week… I went on a bit of a retail binge this evening- spending the gift cards we had left. That’s always fun. Pottery Barn kids has lots of cute holiday décor- I got a little something for Halloween, a little something for Thanksgiving, and a little something for Christmas. Emma is the perfect excuse to go crazy for every holiday
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