Happy one week, our beautiful angel girl. We had a home health care nurse visit us this AM, as we left the hospital before the full 72 hours. It was nice - she checked out mommy and we found out my blood pressure is a bit on the high side still, so she encouraged me to rest MORE. And Keifer - well, she is just perfect, which is a huge relief. She went home at 8 lbs, 6 oz, and this AM is measuring 8 lbs, 13 1/2 oz! So our little hungry hippo is making gains. She likes to eat. A LOT! *big smiles* She is sucking down her bottles and is eating anywhere from every 2 hours to 4 hours, depending on her sleep cycles - which are obviously not very regular yet!
I have so many random thoughts, it's better just to list them as they come. This won't make much sense, as I'm in a daze still - like I've been out partying all night long. Well, I have been - partying with a little 1 week old! Some of these might be a bit too much information, but hey, its my blog!
What people didn't tell me:
2) that people would continue to be so generous. We are so blessed, and have been through our entire journey to have so many friends and family spoil Miss K. We continue to get gifts everyday and it honestly moves me to tears.
3) Tears. Ah, yes, the tears. The docs told me about post- partum baby blues, etc.. I know about being on the look -out for the post partum depression and that my hormones will be out of whack for weeks to come. However, I cry at the drop of a pin. I cry over the damn lullaby on the Pack & Play or swing, I cry over the fur kids and their obvious confusion (although they are adjusting well), I cry more at night, when the sun goes down - probably because I still feel in a bubble and my routine and structure are all "off". I cry over the pain of my incision and I cry over my still- present Sciatic pain in my back. I cry over the loss of being able to make the labor process completely full- and being able to not push Keifer out after 9 hours of labor - and having to resort to a C-section. I do not in any way feel dismay about her, I love her with all my heart and soul, so that is a relief. I've heard of mommies who reject their babies due to depression and I'm thankful that isn't me. CJ and I can't get enough of staring for HOURS at our beautiful girl. She seems to change every day in our eyes (which makes mommy cry MORE), and I just love holding her for hours on end, smelling her and watching her smile and GIGGLE (yes, GIGGLE!) in her sleep. I love hearing CJ tell her "Hi, pretty". I know the tears will get better, but I honestly never expected all of them!
With Papa/Bumpa Dale before he had to go back home on Sunday.