I won’t lie. Recovery from that labor experience is serious business. The Birthing Center where I gave birth has only a 2% episiotomy rate, but you can count me as part of that 2%. While the procedure is over-used in the medical community, there are times where it’s appropriate and this was one of them. No need to go over everything that’s healing, but suffice it to say that I didn’t feel like going and racing a 5k run the next day, and since I’m not Mary Eggers, not one week after birth either.
Fortunately, I’m seeing not only positive resolution of the engorgement issue, but also all the other stuff too. I’m not 100%, but definitely getting to feel better and better every day. This makes me more cognizant of all the stuff that I used to do that didn’t involve being at the house 24/7 and starting to miss the outside world. Yet, we’re still figuring out Mr. Poopy Pants’ patterns and don’t think he’s quite so ready for the big, over-stimulating world out there, so we want to give it more time.
So there’s still a lot I can’t do, but lets not focus on those things because why be a bummer maker. Let’s think positive. Here’s my can-do’s:
- I can now touch my hands to the floor without having to straddle my feet a yard and a half apart to fit my belly.
- I can go for short walks around the neighborhood with my baby and husband with Remy in a sling type contraption and marvel that this big guy was inside of me just one week ago. How did he even fit? My husband’s response– you were huge. Aaaah. So good to have the answer.
- I have a sweet, cute baby boy that has his fussy moments but is this little remarkable human being with a whole life ahead of him. And I get to be part of his life. This one is the best of all.