I can’t believe it’s already been one month since baby Harrison came into our world. This past month has flown by with record speed.
Harrison is doing great. He is a strong, healthy little boy with a hearty appetite for mother’s milk. He nurses on demand – which means every 2-3 hours during the day and every 4-5 hours at night. He still likes to cluster feed at certain times of the day, but he is finally beginning to settle into his own little routine. He had his one month doctor’s appointment today and the doctor was very pleased with his weight and growth. He weighs 10 pounds now and is thriving. He didn’t care too much for the exam, but it was a quick one, so we felt like it went well.
I love that my pediatrician is such a breastfeeding advocate. He is thrilled that we are exclusively breastfeeding and he even encouraged me to feed Harrison during the appointment when we got fussy. He told us to take our time and to let him know when Harrison was finished and we could continue his exam at that time. – How about that?
How’s Harrison Looking?
Wearing 0-3 month outfits
Size 1 diapers
Loves his baths
Sleeps in his Rock -n- Play
Eats every 2 hours
Gets the hiccups a lot
Farts a lot (I had to add that one)
Now let’s continue with how I’m doing at this point postpartum.
Physically: I feel great! I feel mostly back to normal, but there’s still a little tenderness at my incision site. I’m fitting back into some of my regular wardrobe finally, but the bikini cut panties tend to rub up against my scar and irritate me ever so slightly at times. I rotate my regular panties and my postpartum-tummy-control knickers to keep my incision from getting rubbed too raw.
I peeled the skin glue from around my scar last week. That was not fun. Essentially, it felt like giving myself a bikini wax. The glue had been stuck on my skin for three weeks and here I was peeling it off like a dried up scab. Yuck! A little vaseline helped, but it was still unpleasant.
Breastfeeding is going really well too, other than getting mastitis last week. That was a terrible experience, but after a quick visit to the doctor and a script for antibiotics, I am feeling much better.
There were a couple nights, which could have been due to the hormones or from my high fever, when I woke up drenched in sweat. Literally, my entire side of the bed was soaking wet. But that’s been the extent of my body’s chemical transitions, that I can tell.
I haven’t jumped into any form of exercise yet, but I’ve only got two more weeks until my six week postpartum checkup. We’ve gone on a few walks here and there, but not as many as I would like. I had a little bit of pain – from the tubal – when I walked for extended periods of time, but now that has faded too.
I’m averaging 6 hours of sleep every night, sometimes more, sometimes less. With my hubby back to work and my MIL gone back home, I haven’t been able to nap during the day because I’ve got a toddler keeping me busy.
Emotionally: Maybe because I knew what to expect this time around and it wasn’t so much of a shock to my system, but I haven’t experienced any nonsensical breakdowns. Of course, I have done my share of whining and pleading to God for a couple extra hours of sleep. But overall, I think I’m emotionally sound.
My most difficult hump came the first few days when I returned home from the hospital. We had a bit of a jealousy streak with our toddler and she ended up acting out in all sorts of ways.
Due to my physical limitations, I was not able to pick her up, so I was taking a back seat and letting my husband and MIL tend to most of her needs. THIS WAS A HUGE MISTAKE! It totally backfired and my daughter ended up extremely hurt and beyond confused. She kept looking at me as if to ask me why I couldn’t help her or be with her. Obviously, I wanted to, but I was very busy feeding her new brother around the clock and trying to rest for myself. But she didn’t comprehend that.
With my husband constantly traveling for work, I am the one who has been with her every single minute of every single day, leading up to the day of Harrison’s birth. By me separating myself and not being active with her daily tasks, she has completely been taken out of the norm, and her daily habits and familiar routines weren’t enforced or maintained in my absence. Once we attempted to get her back into her habits, she refused.
We really struggled for a couple weeks. She refused to nap for anyone and wouldn’t even take a bath. There were even a few days when she didn’t have a bowel movement. She is ordinarily very regular, so we chalked it up to stress, but after an excruciating episode that involved screaming, terrible shaking and sweating to pass her stool, I decided to give her Benefiber to ease her constipation. It’s a month later, and she’s literally still afraid to go poop. It breaks my heart.
Needless to say, the whole encounter with her emotional struggle has been tough on me. I broke down a couple times when she exhibited her confusion and we had a good cry together. I kept telling her how much mommy loved her and how I was so proud of her. Amidst all of this adjustment, she’s doing incredibly well. Don’t forget, we just moved into a new house too and she’s still transitioning to a “big girl” bed, at the same time she’s potty training and welcoming a new sibling into our family. This has been a lot for her….. as well as for me.
Statistically: I’m down twenty pounds on the scale – Woo Hoo! Only 12 more to go before I’m at my pre pregnancy weight. Of course, that last 10 pounds is going to be the tough part.
I didn’t record my measurements upon coming home from the hospital – or before heading into the hospital, so we are going to just take this thing month by month from here on out.
Current Weight is at 179.3
So what’s the plan?
I’m going with the flow.
I really don’t know how quickly I’m going to be able to jump back into a training plan. I don’t think I’m going to have issues with my yoga practice, but I just can’t be sure how the time management of running and weight training is going to pan out while taking care of the two kiddos.
I’m planning to race again, pretty soon too. My first attempted race will be a Turkey Trot in November with a friend, but then I’m setting my sights on the Best Damn Race inaugural half marathon in Cape Coral December 14th. I really want this medal.
That leaves me 6 weeks to train.
I understand that this isn’t a lot of time, but I’m not training for time, I’ll be training for completion. It will be like starting fresh all over again. I’ll have more details on my training “plan” up on the blog soon.
As far as my nutrition, I’m not following a strict meal plan or diet. While I’m breastfeeding, I have to continue eating hearty, healthy, whole foods and I cannot limit my caloric intake because I’d be risking loosing my milk supply. My body needs just about the same amount of calories it did while I was pregnant, so there won’t be much changing there. I’m most likely going to attempt a version of the Whole 30.
One thing is for sure. I’m starving more now than I was during my entire pregnancy. I’ll have a more detailed post on the blog soon about a half marathon training plan and my current diet and exercise program. Until then, I’ll leave you with another picture of my gorgeous little man. Ain’t he a cutie with his little wanna-be Caesar hair cut?
How long did it take you to loose the baby weight?
If you breastfed, were you always hungry?