I was really pleased and exhilarated with the birth. It is my own experience, and not any more or less exciting or important than anyone else's. And what matters is I have the sweetest thing to show for it:
Last night, I put my crazy post-delivery energy to use. I didn't overdo it, but simply got some things organized into "to-do" piles and such. I'm doing those same basic things today: getting organized and settled, focusing only on what needs to get done vs. what I would attempt to get done if I was trying to Super Girl everything.
So dishes got washed. Laundry is getting done. I'm making sure all the diapers are adjusted to fit Rowan perfectly, especially around her teeny legs. There's already a decent bag of diapers ready for me to wash thanks to her enthusiastic use of them. She went right from tarry soils to the mustard yellow the moment she got home.
My milk also came in faster than I expected - overnight at the hospital. The pediatrician thought it would happen slowly, since it's been a while for my body... But, nope. All these medical personnel keep thinking my body will behave like this is the first time it's given birth, but it seems to have more of a "like riding a bicycle" mentality. Even the nursing is going well after only a few days. She latches well and deeply, and I remember technique - even side-lying, so we can sleep-eat/feed together.
The bird is getting periodic time out of his cage with me when Rowan sleeps - things like that. I'm eating healthy food whenever my hands are free. If I'm not holding a baby, I'm holding a snack or a cup of water. I'm remembering my medications - pre-natals, Colace and Motrin. I don't really need the Motrin, but I'm taking it anyway.
Any other little things are happening as time allows. For example, I had a moment to bring stuff downstairs to add to the "bring to thrift store pile". So I did that, because the timing worked out - not because I gave in to some anal retentive urge to clean.
Last night, I slept so much better than I have for the past 2 to 3 months. Rowan fell asleep at 11 after her feeding, woke up for a 2:30 a.m. session of feeding, burping and diaper changing, then fell back asleep until 6. She just wanted a little snack then, which we did lying down. All I did was latch her on, and then fall back to sleep. Then she was wide awake for 7 a.m. and a regular feed/burp/change.
All in all, not bad for a first night.
My first day home alone - and my attitude toward life for the foreseeable future - is all about just focusing on the needs. Take care of myself and the baby. Then make sure the pets are fine, fed, clean, and happy. Take care of the house in general. Anything else? I'll do it when I do it. There's time and I'm an efficient person. If I'm upstairs and know there's something I want, but don't need, from downstairs, I don't run to fetch it. I wait until I have a need that brings me downstairs, before fetching the item.
Well... I don't need to blog daily, so I'll do that as time allows too. I know you understand. :)
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