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What they don't tell you is...
that having a baby changes your life completely. Everything is different: your perception of time, of will, of energy, of love. The constant, and I mean CONSTANT, Okay, so they DO tell you that. In fact, people told me that all the time while I was pregnant. "Things will never be the same," they said. And, "You will be blown away at the amount of love you can have for someone." Both true. Both vague.
It's been about three weeks and I haven't had enough free hands to type. I can hold the baby and click, yes, but I type I cannot. I've been feeding him every two hours for twenty-three days. Sleep deprivation, apparently, is something you can live with. Who knew? I'm a sleeper. Furthermore, I'm a napper. Or, I was. He's great at letting me know that he needs something. And right now those needs are limited to food, diaper change, burps, and snuggle time. But really, we are constantly snuggling. I've ventured out into the world with him a few times. I have a couple of baby slings that I put him in and he loves it. They keep him right next to my body which probably reminds him of being in the womb. As an added bonus, he's a hot body and keeps me pretty warm in return.
My body is getting back to normal. I had a couple of small tears from pushing him out, but nothing that needed stitches. I'd say that peeing through an open wound for a week was far worse than labor itself. A friend of mine reminded me what a wuss I had been while getting my tattoo. So I'd say that labor and pushing out a baby is less painful than having a needle poked into you repeatedly for forty-five consecutive minutes. My belly still has that dark brown line down the center. Apparently it could be there for a few months! And my belly button is a bit stretched out. Otherwise, I have no complaints for three weeks. My hips are a couple of inches wider which means the brand new Eman I bought is no where near covering the booty. You may see it on Bhuz soon. Not to mention the girls. Oh the joys of breast feeding and my size D girls! I don't think any of my costumes can accommodate them right now. I wonder if they will remain this big as long as I breast feed. Oh well, the silhouette is bodacious.
It's been about three weeks and I haven't had enough free hands to type. I can hold the baby and click, yes, but I type I cannot. I've been feeding him every two hours for twenty-three days. Sleep deprivation, apparently, is something you can live with. Who knew? I'm a sleeper. Furthermore, I'm a napper. Or, I was. He's great at letting me know that he needs something. And right now those needs are limited to food, diaper change, burps, and snuggle time. But really, we are constantly snuggling. I've ventured out into the world with him a few times. I have a couple of baby slings that I put him in and he loves it. They keep him right next to my body which probably reminds him of being in the womb. As an added bonus, he's a hot body and keeps me pretty warm in return.
My body is getting back to normal. I had a couple of small tears from pushing him out, but nothing that needed stitches. I'd say that peeing through an open wound for a week was far worse than labor itself. A friend of mine reminded me what a wuss I had been while getting my tattoo. So I'd say that labor and pushing out a baby is less painful than having a needle poked into you repeatedly for forty-five consecutive minutes. My belly still has that dark brown line down the center. Apparently it could be there for a few months! And my belly button is a bit stretched out. Otherwise, I have no complaints for three weeks. My hips are a couple of inches wider which means the brand new Eman I bought is no where near covering the booty. You may see it on Bhuz soon. Not to mention the girls. Oh the joys of breast feeding and my size D girls! I don't think any of my costumes can accommodate them right now. I wonder if they will remain this big as long as I breast feed. Oh well, the silhouette is bodacious.
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