1 Week & 3 Days

Time has flown by and we've survived the first week (and a few days) of having a newborn in our home. Parker has been such a sweet baby and only requires a diaper changing and a feeding every other hour or so, and so far I haven't had to employ any crazy baby whisperer tactics as of yet.

In fact, he's been so good that I'm having a hard time enjoying it because this voice in my head keeps telling me it won't always be this easy. I try to ignore that and and just soak in these sweet moments of him sleeping in my arms for the majority of the day.

And yet, fears of colic, reflux, and screaming that can't be consoled continues to haunt my thoughts. Maybe it's post pregnancy hormones that don't allow me to shake these feelings? I'd be interested in knowing others' experiences in this area.

This last weekend was great. We had Sam's parents, my parents, and Jodi and Jason here to stay with us. Yup. Our first week at home with a new baby and we had 6 house guests. But it was fun and we wouldn't have had it any other way.


We blessed Parker this last Sunday. It was one of the most special and beautiful experiences and I am so glad we got to share that with a few members of our family (wish more of you could have been here!)

As for my recovery, I am doing well. I haven't taken any pain meds for 2 or 3 days now and I'm starting to feel human again. My belly has gone down way faster than I could have imagined and I am counting down the days until I have the green light to work out. T minus 4 and a half weeks! I have never gone this long without some sort of work out regime since Junior High, and even then I was in sports, so this lack of physical activity is driving me crazy!

Epidural = FAIL.

A lot of you have asked why the heck I was in so much pain if I had an epidural. I want to know the same thing. I plan on talking to my doctor about it at my 6-week check up. But I'm pretty dang sure the epidural had no effect on my pain once I started transitioning, because I felt EVERYTHING. There was never a time when I couldn't move my legs or wiggle my toes as I've heard is the experience of a lot of others who have had an epidural. I definitely felt the contractions while pushing and the pain of him leaving my body.

But all of that is a distant memory now.

Sam has been amazing and I am SO grateful that he gets to stay home with us for 4 whole weeks. He's taken such good care of us and has really allowed me to rest up and take it easy this last week and a half. When he's not holding Parker, changing a diaper, or swaddling him (he's a much better swaddler than me), he's cleaning the house, doing laundry, or mowing the lawn (what he's doing right now as I type). I have the best husband in the world, fyi.

Well, hopefully we'll be given the green light to leave the house again soon (the pediatrician said to keep Parker out of stores and the public for 2 MONTHS!) and I'll find some additional things besides mommy-hood to blog about.


Until then, you'll have to put up with shameless pictures of this cute baby and reports on this monumental change in my life! Consider yourself warned.