Blog #2
So - my hormones are still a huge giant mess. I spent two solid hours in the middle of the night balling my eyes out because I was having a hard time standing up that first night home from the hospital. Of course, it isn't helping that every chance I get to sleep, someone else wants or needs me for something. Be it via phone, visit, feeding, or whining... Crazy Horse is acting out a little but I think that's to be expected. He's just not sure what to make of all this yet. He's five and really thrilled with his brother, even if he is missing all the attention...
Blog #3
This second pregnancy was miserable and I was not looking forward to my repeat C-section. My first c/s was truly horrible but this one - Wow! Our only real problem was my vein issues... I'm having a hard time getting rid of the last bits of tape residue from my iv locks and my back hurts with a capital H but otherwise - everything has been great. I'm having no trouble with my staples. I'm moving around pretty well and I'm down to just the occasional motrin. Wolverine has been a part of my life in some form for months now but, seeing his face, hearing him cry, staring into those midnight eclipse eyes - beautiful. It's all more than I ever hoped for.
Blog #4
Crazy Horse has decided that I know nothing about babies. To some degree I'm pleased that he's not trying to get rid of Wolverine but I think, having gotten CrazyHorse through his infanthood, He should have SOME faith in me. I know it could be worse and I should simply be grateful but - jeeze! I'm not deaf, I can hear him crying. I am not blind - I can see when he's fussy. And the baby monitor is not CrazyHorse's personal communications system. Wolverine is his *brother* not his baby!! OK - done venting that.
I just had one of those days where I wish that CrazyHorse would understand that this is not the first time for me.
I still can't believe it's only been two weeks. That's all the older he is. That's all the distance there is between myself and surgery. I'm doing much better this time around. Of course, it helps that I wasn't allergic to the staples. Now - its the steristrips that are a pain. The adhesive pulls my skin and it stings like a misplaced bandaid that seems like it wants to come off but really is clinging stubbornly with superglue to my skin.
I'm stressed and tired of course - what new mom isn't? Overall though - we're doing pretty well.
~S
Posted by Shade53 at August 25, 2006 08:25 PM