Two weeks ago. I had a repeat cesarean two weeks ago, but life has been crazy with lots of kids and recovery and leaky boobs, so I didn’t get to my computer until today. So here is an untouched picture from my cell phone. Because I also couldn’t be bothered to use my real camera.
His name does not have a nickname. It is one of those that cannot really be condensed to anything usable, which drives me a little nuts. I like little nicknames. So until I figure it out, this little guy is just Baby E.
Life is crazy right now. I am living on the couch in our basement family room because it is easier to get up than from bed. I really need to water my houseplants. I was late paying the bills this month. This morning I woke up in a puddle of breast milk, sweat, and baby pee.
Hopefully, my incision will feel better soon, and the boob spray will calm down. Then maybe I can resume going out in public. However, I am not really ready for public anyway. I really wish we had a culture that let mom hide away for 40 days like others. That sounds like just the right amount of time to get yourself back together. (Somewhat.)
A girl can dream.
As a fellow c-section mom, I can totally relate. (My youngest is 8 months old.) Congratulations on your baby!