Posted on | August 25, 2013 | 38 Comments
Holy crap, time flies. I had forgotten how crazy the first few weeks postpartum was. Even though I felt seriously amazing after having an unmedicated birth (minus getting those stitches sans epidural – dear sweet god), a few days later my body realized what it had just actually done, and by the time we arrived home every single thing hurt. The obvious places, then my boobs tried to explode, and all at once every muscle in my body hurt. It was a rough time on top of everything else. But as I hit the 2 week mark I can’t believe how great I feel again. My recovery period with H was so long and painful so to be feeling this awesome is really, well, awesome.
We stayed 2 nights in the hospital due to Smith’s blood sugar levels being low ( he got stressed from coming out so fast) and could not have been happier to bust out of that place. I HATE being in the hospital. We missed Harper and being in our bed and not having people wake us up right as we almost fell asleep (I slept a grand total of 2 hours in the over 48 hours we were there. Hate).
We settled right back into life at home (which isn’t like real life at all because Scot is home and we can tag team diapers and almost five-year-old meltdowns and letting the dog out and oh my god HOW am I going to do it when he goes back to work) and we’ve been enjoying every moment, save for my every so often hormonal cry-fests that I literally can’t help from happening. I end up laughing because I just can’t even stop the tears and it’s so ridiculous. Childbirth is cray.
Thus far, Smith is an incredibly easy going baby. He loves being held, he loves sitting in his swing, he loves the car and he LOVES eating. I can’t wait to see the rolls start to form, but I’m so obsessed with his newborn chicken legs I’m not in a huge rush. As far as his personality, I can’t quite tell if he’s easier or if I’m just more laid back this time. Also, all of this easy going-ness could just be that he hasn’t quite realized he’s alive yet? So we’ll see. One thing I do know is I am obsessed with him, and it’s borderline ridiculous.
Speaking of obsessed – this girl. I thought she’d love him but it blows me away. She ADORES him. She likes him way more than she likes us these days. Which is my favorite thing ever to watch. She talks to him all day and cannot give him enough kisses and hugs. She calls him “little mister” which I have no idea where she got but who cares because holy cute.
I’m basically in denial that he is already 2 weeks old. I specifically remember in the hospital looking at the clock and realizing he was an hour from being 1 day old and telling Scot I was so sad at how fast it was already going. I am trying to cherish every single second because it’s flying already and it scares me how fast it will continue to go. I try to memorize moments, how his legs curl up in the froggy position, the tiny noises he makes and all these sweet times between Harper and him. I feel so sappy, but honestly I feel so complete and so happy and I disgust even myself when I talk about it all. I do apologize in advance but I just can’t help myself.