One Week Passed
Well, it's been one week already.
This time with Sophia, I think I was laying in the fetal position crying with stress and guilt and uncontrollable hormones raging through my flabby body. I am happy to report that this time is a bit different.
Sure there are still tears, but I find myself mostly crying because I'm euphorically happy instead of sad, unless it's when Joel walks out the door for work in the morning. I still feel guilt, as I think all mothers do, on things I do or do not do. Shoot, I even feel guilty if I let him pee on his face when I change his diaper. Ok, so I don't LET him, I'm just really bad at covering boy's anatomy with a cloth.
My body feels empty and purposeless, but at the same time I feel this sense of freedom too. Especially rolling over at night without grunting and taking the whole bed with me. I am also proud to say (remember, I gained 55 pounds with Sophia) that I have only 7 pounds left until pre-pregnancy size. 7 lbs! Get through these swollen glands that are called breasts and an extra large uterus and I think I may be good to go in a couple of weeks.
Joel and I have been enjoying our new addition, as well as watching Sophia interact with him. The idea of having a LIVE BABY DOLL in the house is almost too much for her. She squeals with delight when she sees him awake, she loves giving him kisses on the head and feeding him is more fun than her feeding herself. Ok, so that last comment might be a slight exaggeration, but she's happy with him here.
Week one has gone pretty darn good, so here's to hoping that week two and so on and so on will be just as great and that he's sleeping through the night in a matter of weeks.
Wishful thinking, right?!
This time with Sophia, I think I was laying in the fetal position crying with stress and guilt and uncontrollable hormones raging through my flabby body. I am happy to report that this time is a bit different.
Sure there are still tears, but I find myself mostly crying because I'm euphorically happy instead of sad, unless it's when Joel walks out the door for work in the morning. I still feel guilt, as I think all mothers do, on things I do or do not do. Shoot, I even feel guilty if I let him pee on his face when I change his diaper. Ok, so I don't LET him, I'm just really bad at covering boy's anatomy with a cloth.
My body feels empty and purposeless, but at the same time I feel this sense of freedom too. Especially rolling over at night without grunting and taking the whole bed with me. I am also proud to say (remember, I gained 55 pounds with Sophia) that I have only 7 pounds left until pre-pregnancy size. 7 lbs! Get through these swollen glands that are called breasts and an extra large uterus and I think I may be good to go in a couple of weeks.
Joel and I have been enjoying our new addition, as well as watching Sophia interact with him. The idea of having a LIVE BABY DOLL in the house is almost too much for her. She squeals with delight when she sees him awake, she loves giving him kisses on the head and feeding him is more fun than her feeding herself. Ok, so that last comment might be a slight exaggeration, but she's happy with him here.
Week one has gone pretty darn good, so here's to hoping that week two and so on and so on will be just as great and that he's sleeping through the night in a matter of weeks.
Wishful thinking, right?!
posted by Stephanie at 3:24 PM
1 Comments:
Yay! I am so glad to hear things are better this time around. Congrats on almost being back to prepregnancy weight. I bet that feels good!
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