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Jul. 1st, 2011 09:28 pmZiva is 2 weeks old already. And I still haven't finished writing up her birth story. I've lost 45 lbs and, although I'm weirdly squishy/mushy all over, I'm down to my pre pregnancy weight. I could still stand to lose a whole bunch more weight though so maybe the scale will continue to effortlessly go down.
We went to the pediatrician on Wednesday and she was up to 7lbs 13oz which made me happy. She also has thrush and, even though I don't have any symptoms, since we're breastfeeding, I probably do as well. We get to squirt this yellowy/orange medicine into her mouth that she kinda loves and kinda hates... and I get to put it on my boobs until she's all healed. Fun fun - just another random step in our breastfeeding adventure.
If I have another kid, I think I need to more specific than "I just don't want a c-section - I want to push the baby out" Next time, I'm asking to be able to push out the placenta, an easier recovery, and an easier time with feeding. But, really, I'm not thinking of "next time" for quite some time haha
We're doing pretty well though. The last two nights Z will only sleep curled up in my arms.. that's enjoyable. I wake up so stiff from the position. Last night around 2am, Mark (tired from trying to put her to sleep for like an hour while I was snoring) just handed her to me and was like why don't you just give her your boob and hold her in bed? I'm like seriously?? Aren't you the one totally against this?? He was tired though and I was too so I wasn't arguing. My lower back was mad at me this morning but, hey, I got like 4 solid hours of sleep (well, solidish).
I had to drop off paperwork at work today and brought Ziva with me. I figured if I didn't bring her, everyone would yell at me and if I did they'd yell at me for bringing in a 2 week old so I just went for it. No one held her and they only touched her feet so we're fine. Apparently, she's the cutest little peanut most people have ever seen. I thought so too but, I'm pretty biased.
Mark created an email address for her dear.ziva.claire@gmail.com because the gmail commercial always made me cry while pregnant. So, I've been randomly sending her pointless emails. Who knows if gmail will even be around by the time she's old enough to read them but it's a nice thing to do.
We went to the pediatrician on Wednesday and she was up to 7lbs 13oz which made me happy. She also has thrush and, even though I don't have any symptoms, since we're breastfeeding, I probably do as well. We get to squirt this yellowy/orange medicine into her mouth that she kinda loves and kinda hates... and I get to put it on my boobs until she's all healed. Fun fun - just another random step in our breastfeeding adventure.
If I have another kid, I think I need to more specific than "I just don't want a c-section - I want to push the baby out" Next time, I'm asking to be able to push out the placenta, an easier recovery, and an easier time with feeding. But, really, I'm not thinking of "next time" for quite some time haha
We're doing pretty well though. The last two nights Z will only sleep curled up in my arms.. that's enjoyable. I wake up so stiff from the position. Last night around 2am, Mark (tired from trying to put her to sleep for like an hour while I was snoring) just handed her to me and was like why don't you just give her your boob and hold her in bed? I'm like seriously?? Aren't you the one totally against this?? He was tired though and I was too so I wasn't arguing. My lower back was mad at me this morning but, hey, I got like 4 solid hours of sleep (well, solidish).
I had to drop off paperwork at work today and brought Ziva with me. I figured if I didn't bring her, everyone would yell at me and if I did they'd yell at me for bringing in a 2 week old so I just went for it. No one held her and they only touched her feet so we're fine. Apparently, she's the cutest little peanut most people have ever seen. I thought so too but, I'm pretty biased.
Mark created an email address for her dear.ziva.claire@gmail.com because the gmail commercial always made me cry while pregnant. So, I've been randomly sending her pointless emails. Who knows if gmail will even be around by the time she's old enough to read them but it's a nice thing to do.
