Our first week home with Gracie has been nothing if not eventful. The day after we got home, the incision from my c-section opened...this is disgusting, both literally and figuratively. To make matter worse, the doctors keep saying they usually only see this happen in obese patients...does wonders for the hormonal post-partum psyche. I will spare you any further details, but let's just say, GROSS.
Gracie is absolutely perfect in every way...but she does have a slight problem with, well, gas. Usually just gas that hits around 11:00 pm and lasts until somewhere around 3:00 or 4:00 am and seems only to be comforted my constant movement. I think I've probably burned off half my baby weight just walking around our living room.
And, of course, we are still adjusting to all of the normal newborn things...hundreds of diaper changes, minutes of sleep, lots of "what do we do nows?"
Last night I was around lap 60, passing the Christmas tree with screaming baby in hand. Open incision, open shirt, nasty bathrobe, no more than an hour of sleep with no end of sight....and all I could think was "Thank You, Thank You, Thank You" . It was all I could do not to cry with gratitude (those darn hormones again), I have a baby girl, she is healthy and happy. We are normal, newborn parents doing normal, newborn things.
Thank the good Lord for gas (among other things).