A quite busy time, as my son is already over 2 months old and I have not find the time to write this.
Once again this time I either can say that this is some kind of a scene of suspense movie, where the crazy mother wants to strangle her own child…
Then again, I had the easiest of births, so I was mobile from the moment I finished giving birth, I could get myself from the birth bed to my hospital bed by my own and refused all painkillers I was offered through my stay. (I am no masochist, I just did not have pain)
Here they have us in about 48 hours. So I was out by Tuesday afternoon.
You obviously need to break down at a certain point after such an intense experience. My breakdown came, when we arrived home and I saw how unready all was, and dirty and messy… we even left a candle burning next to bathtub on the day of the birth, so you can imagine…
So I had a good cry.
Then life went on.
Having a 24 hours helper comes in veeery handy at least the first week. (in my case my Mom) I felt the need of it. Pretty much any help goes from someone who have seen babies before (¡¡¡¡muy very important!!!). Before accepting my mom to come we thought through a cleaning lady, but decided to let my mom stay in with me. I was all mobile, but to recover the best you need to lie flat and rest, and that is hard with a baby, also you would need 15 hours straight sleep, which if you breastfeed is just impossible.
Good thing about this time, that you actually can’t give a fuck about anything that is not your baby, when I was told I could not believe, but now I know.
I would have been cool having help only the first week, but you gotta let the grandparents play.
Things I learned:
It is not always the boobie. The first day, whenever my son cried I was putting him on the boobie, nope, he also poops, gets sleepy without finding the way to fall asleep, tummy aches, etc.
The pediatricians can be very… not nice…
Postpartum classes are great and useful
Cloth diapers are awesome!!!
(although the lack of skin irritation is not guaranteed, baby boy had irritation on his belly from the pee and hot weather mix)
Looks like the world thinks nursing mothers’ sizes start from 90 C… and on top it we are so amorf that our boobs are tight close together…
I mean I’m a 75 B and my boobs are wider apart, than the general nursing bra’s measure… add the fact that they are expensive too.
So if you are not an amorf being with 90 C plus size I have a cheap and pretty link for you, this is the bra that worked best for me, 100% cotton and very good quality, especially for being chinese, and on top of it cute and the opening method is really funky and comfy.
Training (or the lack of it):
On the third week I was finally alone with my baby and the daddy!!!! I was so happy!!! I was eager to get back to training…
Which is hardly ever happening ever since…
I guess I will be able to set up a doable ruotine soon. Until now I was caught up procrastinating (obviously), between too sleepy, too tired, too late…
Also we are just cleaning our “local” up so my pole and weights and machines can be used.
In this almost 3 months I did a contorsion class, stretching and abs now and then and a “leg” day(doing 1/3 of my general leg warm up) last monday… which caused me loads of muscle ache…