She’s hungry again (or is that still?)

Sending lots of happy birthing vibes to Kwynne!!!!

I haven’t posted part 2 yet, because the little beastie is having more “frequency days” and I haven’t had the energy. Frequency days is a kind way to say that she wants to eat CONTINUOUSLY. She is actually asleep on my chest right now with her little butt propping her up. This gives me 2 free hands for the next few minutes until she wakes up. I don’t understand the books that say that babies sleep 16 hours a day. This one sure doesn’t. I would say she has 3 nightly sleep-spans of 2 or 3 hours each and 8-10 daily naps of about 10 to 20 minutes. The 20 minutes can only be achieved by not moving her or disturbing her in any way, which basically means that *I* can’t movie in any way. If she wakes up — time to eat again.

Have any of you ever seen this cartoon? These are my boobs. Engorgement? Who’s got the time to build up that much?

I know I sound like I’m bitching and moaning, but really I am thrilled that she seems to know what she’s doing with the eating business, she is filling lots of diapers (which means that she is getting lots to eat and isn’t just nursing forever to get enough chow), I *think* that perhaps she has a tiny bit more fat on her and of course I’ve never felt so needed before in my life.

I had my first post-partum visit yesterday. My incision is healing well. Apparently I “don’t even look like I was just pregnant” — I believe that is supposed to be a compliment. I had to ask about the pathology on the cervix. She hadn’t looked at it yet, but printed it and brought it in. I don’t understand a lot of it, but it basically sound like the outer perimeter was all covered in clotted blood where it has separated at some point. There was no estimation of time. The placenta was in the 90th percentile for size. I don’t know what’s up with that. A placenta that is bigger than 90 out of 100 other ones grows a baby that is in the 5th percentile? I guess I’ll have to do some medline research or something. What I really want to know is whether abruption was a freak thing or if it is something I would need to worry about if I got pg again.

I weighed even less at the dr’s office than I did at home and I was wearing jeans and clompy shoes. Now, if I could just get the energy together to turn some of this fat back into the muscle it was before my joints started hurting and I quit going to the gym…

On a similar note, you might remember how stressed I was when I had to take my wedding band off because it was too tight. I was afraid it wouldn’t go back on. Yesterday it was still too snug, but it went right back on this afternoon.