It’s hard to imagine, but Connor could have still been on the inside this evening, instead of having just turned three weeks old.
It’s been a whirlwind — the learning curve of just caring for a baby; dealing with the standard sleep deprivation; having family and friends visit (a welcome distraction); and other non-baby stuff, like expensive plumbing problems. I haven’t even finished writing out Connor’s birth story yet, and he’ll be turning a month old soon!
My Mom (aka “Grandma”) has been visiting from Texas for the past week, and will be staying through the end of this week. It’s been so helpful to have another pair of experienced hands around, especially in the evenings after Aaron goes to work. Once she leaves, I’ll definitely miss having her around, but I’ll also feel like it’s my “stepping out” as a real Mom: taking care of Baby with no one right there to fall back on. Time to figure out our own schedule, mine and Connor’s.
And how am I feeling physically? Sleep deprived, still a little tender in the abdominal area, but otherwise OK. I’ve lost all but a few pounds of my baby weight, and am looking forward to getting the OK from my doctor in a few weeks to start exercising again. Also looking forward to making an appointment with my chiropractor at the six-week post-partum mark, as my back has been killing me. I’m pretty sure my Percocet was intended for relief of incision pain, not back pain, but it does the job in a pinch…
Now comes my valiant attempt to avoid becoming a typical “mommy blogger.” Not that there’s anything wrong with mommy bloggers; it’s just not my style. I don’t think. At least, I never thought it would be…