I made it to a month postpartum… it seems like just yesterday I was giving birth and he was skin to skin on my chest. Now he’s a whole month old and I can’t believe it.
I’ve come to the conclusion that my recovery is going to be quick. I’ve been begging to go to the gym and everyone has been telling me to relax. Maybe it’s a good thing. I’m a month postpartum and I’m down 20 pounds so in 10 pounds I’ll be back to my pre-pregnancy weight with no working out.
Hectic. Chaotic. Tedious.
Three words to describe my experience.
From the start I knew breastfeeding was my plan. I had been leaking since 14 weeks so I had no concern as far as production went. Little did I know, I was gonna produce enough for like 3 babies. Most nights for the past month, I’ve woken up to sopping wet t-shirts and the smell of sour milk… which is disgusting. I pump anywhere from 8 oz to 20 oz every 4-6 hours. I describe it as a blessing and a curse but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I can’t complain. I have a child after my own heart. Eat, sleep, potty. I sleep from 11 to about 6 am. Feed and pump and them sleep again until 10 or 11. I also get the chance to nap from time to time if the day’s plans permit.
So cheers to the first month of many.
Q&A for this month
when you were pregnant.. did you have a special connection with your baby boy? or was that after you’ve actually got to hold him for the first time?
For me, this was an interesting question. While I was pregnant, I didn’t really know how to feel bc it definitely wasn’t my plan to have a baby this soon. Of course I had a connection with him bc he’s my baby. But it didn’t get the way it is now until he was born and they put him on my chest. It’s a unnaturally natural feeling. It’s an indescribable love that only a mother would understand. In an instant, you meet the love of your life and your best friend. For someone who didn’t want kids until I was 22-23 years old, I wouldn’t trade my baby boy for the world.