I’ve heard horror stories about women’s recovery but overall mine is great. I’m surprised at how quickly my stomach went down. I had gained about 30ish pounds my entire pregnancy. Yesterday, at 6 days postpartum, I had already lost 10 pounds. At this rate, I should be back at my pre-pregnancy weight in about a month. THANK GOD! This little pudge pack I have is driving me nuts. My episiotomy that resulted in two stitches doesn’t seem to be giving me any issues this far. Bleeding had diminished tremendously. My postpartum life is extremely similar to my pregnancy: Easy. Breezy. Beautiful.
Just like everything else, breastfeeding is wonderful. I thought I would be ready to give up by now and surprisingly enough, I love it! It makes me feel like I’m actually doing something for Langston besides cuddling him and telling him how much I love him. It seems that I am ALWAYS full. I latch him on one side and pump the other. I also pump at night if he’s sleeping so I don’t disturb him then bottle feed when he wakes up. Three and a half to four ounces seems to be my average when I pump and I’m so happy for that. I have been considering donating my milk since my freezer is starting to get full. My water intake has just about tripled since he’s been born so I’m assuming that’s the reason for me producing so much. No complaints!
Out of every first time mom I’ve spoke to, I’m probably the most lucky. Langston sleeps all day and all night. The only reason I wake up in the middle of the night is when my boobs get full and I need to pump… which is usually when I change and feed him. I guess you could say at night, I sleep between three and four hours at a time. During the day, I try to stay awake by doing household chores so I’m not wide awake that night and craving sleep the next day.
Overall, my first week has been great. I pray that things don’t change too much over the next few months.