tuesday

I feel a bit better today. I had a much-needed visit from friends to set my mind right, and then today the sun even came out a little, though when we all set out for a family walk at noon, it promptly began to rain. We walked anyway, because we live in Washington.

My Baby K’Tan carrier arrived but I haven’t tried it out yet as Audrey is still napping. Freya is working hard on one of her coloring books. We do not have a dinner plan yet. Maybe we will get to test out this carrier at the store tonight.

three

Oh and this sweet baby is three weeks old today.

chemical

I requested that Brian bring me chocolate when he went out to run an errand on his lunch break today. Hoped it might cheer me up a little. He brought me a little box of chocolates, still waiting for that mood lift to happen. Nothing like eating your feelings!

alone

Audrey is three weeks old today. She definitely looks and feels bigger. Freya had a very hard time making back her birth weight, and I know it was my fault for my nursing struggles. I can’t believe it took us seven weeks with her to start nursing laying down. I suffered through night feedings with Freya sitting up uncomfortably in bed for way too long. It made me dread feeding her at night. With Audrey, we were laying down nursing pretty much as soon as we got home from the hospital. In fact I even tried it in the hospital on our first night there, but it was too awkward in that bed.

This morning I am having a hard time. I have already cried once, and so has Freya. I’ve been trying to get Audrey to settle into a nap, and it seemed like every time she did, Freya started being loud and woke her up, which meant I had to start all over again. So frustrating, and I started spiraling down. At the same time I realized I haven’t seen any of my friends for a while now, or heard from anyone, and they are all off having parties and planning dinners and I can’t go to anything anymore. I can’t leave Audrey for more than an hour (nor do I really want to), and I can’t take her out on long evening drives because it’s likely she would freak out and cry in her car seat the whole time, and I don’t want to put her through that. I still haven’t gone out with both girls by myself because I still don’t have a competent carrier for wearing Audrey in.

So I am here at home and it’s gray and gloomy outside and I can’t really get anything done because Audrey will wake up if I wash dishes or empty the dishwasher or try to clean up. I have to make lunch for Freya soon and then the baby will wake up and I will need to pick her up and try to give Freya lunch and what about my lunch? Well I just finished my breakfast twenty minutes ago, it took about three hours to eat my cold bowl of oatmeal.

Upside: I actually got a shower this morning, what a miracle. Also I think I might be done with postpartum spotting, which would be awesome. The end.

recovery

The difference between Freya’s birth and Audrey’s is vast. Freya was born surgically, two weeks past due, at the onset of winter. We had to remain at the hospital for three miserable days. I don’t clearly recall a lot of my initial post-partum period, apart from being extremely anxious about her weight and about breastfeeding, which was painful and difficult at first, feeling isolated and alone, and the terrible pain of recovering from major abdominal surgery. Not to mention the long period of lochia, not getting much sleep, and on top of it all, dealing with the illness and death of my beloved pet cat, Simon, right after Christmas. The first two or three months with Freya are a scattered blur.

By contrast, Audrey arrived two weeks early, but her labor started at home spontaneously, my water rupturing on its own in the middle of the night as I lay in bed. We labored at home for about two hours but my contractions suddenly ramped up to 3 to 5 minutes apart so we headed to the hospital at dawn. Things progressed rapidly there (I went from 2cm to 10cm in about one hour shortly after arrival, and that’s with NO pitocin, ladies!), and after two hours of upright pushing, she was born and placed into my arms as naturally and normally as can be. The sun was shining gloriously through the window, it was a beautiful summery day. I had Audrey nursing within 30 minutes, and we were never separated for our entire stay at the hospital.

I have mainly had to contend with the pain of my second-degree tear. I was sitting on ice packs and using witch hazel pads for a while, along with taking nice baths. It was pretty sensitive for the first two weeks, but now is mostly unnoticeable. Of course there is no other pain at all — I just had some cramping in the first week or so as my uterus contracted back to normal size, as well as the discomfort of my milk coming in and regulating. But now that’s all better, too. I have already lost 20 pounds, and my stomach is nearly back to its pre-preg size (really needs some work though, that will start soon).

I’m three weeks from the birth and feeling great. I can’t run or exercise yet, but that’s normal. I expect I will be ready for that in another week or two. I have a huge boost of confidence as a mother that I didn’t have before. My challenge now is to parent a toddler while simultaneously tending to the 24/7 needs of a newborn. So far it’s going well. Freya has had a couple of meltdowns, but she is also two and a half. She’s adjusting, and I am making it a point to make one-on-one time with her.

If you have had a c-section, and are planning to have another baby, I URGE you to try for a VBAC, especially if there is no indication that the reason for your c-section will recur. I did everything I could to prepare myself. I read amazing books (Birthing From Within and Natural Hospital Birth), I did two courses of prenatal yoga, taught by a doula and childbirth educator, took a childbirth course from that same doula, did some “birth art” with our doula Kristina, and made having a normal, natural birth my primary focus. I will grant that I was lucky to have everything go so perfectly — labor starting on its own, progressing relatively quickly, and pushing my baby through my pelvis with no complications at all — but I know in my heart that without all my preparation, I may have lost my focus or lost my courage in labor. Those contractions were brutal. Pushing was HARD work. But I knew I could do it. I embraced and savored my rests between contractions. I stayed in the moment, I was TRULY present. It was amazing! I will always have that accomplishment to be proud of. When I come up against something difficult again in life, I will know that I possess the strength to get through it, because I have already done one of the hardest things any woman can do.

Oh and, I’m never going through that again. We are DONE. Heh.

a few things

Random bullet point post:

+ Freya can now put on her shoes and take them off all by herself. Often she even put them on the correct feet!

+ She has also been sleeping in her own bed in her own room since April, and has made a pretty awesome transition from our bed to hers. We made her room very cute and her bed very comfortable and cozy to make this easier. She still sometimes asks for us at night, but many times sleeps all the way to morning all on her own. This is very helpful.

+ I ordered a couple of adorable nursing necklaces for Audrey to enjoy. I think Freya will like wearing them at some point, too. Audrey is a terrific nurser. At her 2-week doctor appt she had already regained her birth weight, plus another ten ounces on top of that. (She was 6lbs 8oz at birth, and born at 38 weeks gestation.)

+ Waiting impatiently for this carrier to arrive. I had a ring sling that I tried with Freya, but have found it very hard to use. Recently figured out why: whoever made it decided to use a fabric that is very thick and has no stretch. Makes it a pain in the ass to get through the rings and adjust. The pattern is very pretty, but the fabric is completely wrong for this carrier. Sigh.

+ Brian had two glorious weeks of “paternity leave” (aka vacation time) from work, but he went back last week, so I was on my own for the most part with my two girls. It was kind of challenging as I am still not fully recovered from the birth. I think I will be at 100% in a few days though. If I hadn’t had a small tear, I would have been fully recovered in a few days. Compared to the four to six weeks of misery after my c-section.

I did it


Audrey Luna

She was born June 11 at 9:22 in the morning after a swift, eight-hour, natural, and drug-free labor. I’m impossibly proud of myself and of her. My VBAC was successful and perfect. I’ll have more details another time, but I just wanted to post something since I have once again neglected my poor blog.

belly

Entering the final trimester, my belly seems to have really had a growth spurt this past week or two. It will soon eclipse my bust in circumference, and now I simply can’t zip up any of my warmer jackets, which kinda sucks as winter is still very much in season here.

I refuse to buy a new coat that I know I will only wear for a month, so layering sweaters it is.

Baby is active at all hours, which is great. Last night I could visually detect some of her movement on my bump’s surface through my shirt as I sat on the couch. Soon I will get to show Freya her little sister moving around. She is pretty excited about this whole thing, though I know the full impact won’t really hit her until we bring her sister home and she realizes that babies need a lot of attention. We’ll try hard to balance this shift as well as we can. I think it will be important to just include Freya in the baby’s care as much as we’re able and let her feel like she is helping out. She loves to help us and participate already.

It’s amazing the things she remembers. She does confuse details and might even fabricate a few things, but mostly she remembers well even things that happened months ago. For example last summer at the park we watched a butterfly resting on one of the slides. In early winter we went back to the park and she told Brian that there was a butterfly there, pointing at the slide. And last night she told me a story about how she was crying in the car when she was a baby and Mommy went in the house to get something and then came back and gave her a hug. I’m not sure what she is referring to here, my memory is probably not as strong as hers, but I’m just better at articulating it.

big eater

Last night we decided to go out for dinner. Freya has always been great in restaurants, thank goodness. We went to one of our favorite spots, Mor Mor, known for its local gourmet food.

A year ago we were still bringing her puree pouches and little bags of Cheerios out to restaurants, but she has come a very long way, especially in the last few weeks even (I suspect a growth spurt). We ordered for her the house-made mac and cheese. While we waited, she tried some bread with olive oil and balsamic, and had some goat cheese from my spinach salad (she adores the chevre).

I ordered meatballs with whipped potatoes and broccolini, and Brian got salmon with asparagus and lentil salad. Freya dug into her pasta, and shared a lot of Brian’s dinner, too. She is thankfully willing to try just about anything at least once.

After dinner I had to order the special house-made “ding dong”, like the Hostess treat except a billion times better. Brian and I split it and let Freya have some whipped cream and a taste of the chocolate cake. She also had a small cup of milk, while we had our coffees.

Before we left the table, she was starting to make these little moaning noises, and I realized that she had actually overeaten and now had a tummyache, poor lamb. I think that’s a first. She was all better by the time we got home and into a nice warm bubble bath.

It seems like it took so long for her palate to mature, but I am glad I was patient, didn’t rush her too much, and never gave her stuff like rice cereal. She has her likes and dislikes like anyone else, but more or less eats a diverse diet. Not a fan of red meat yet, but loves fish and occasionally chicken, especially when it’s part of a soft taco. One of her favorite things to eat is Daddy’s scrambled eggs, or Mommy’s pancakes, and she’s a fan of almost all fruit.

I’m already dreaming of when she is old enough to help me cook and bake. Now that is going to be fun.

nesting

I am either nesting, or under a hard deadline for Freya to be in her own bedroom. A bit of both. Anyway we’ve been slacking for a while on getting her room ready for her and I decided early April is when it will be fully painted, furnished, and ready for her to sleep in. We have been discussing it daily, and she is pretty excited about it.

Her bed frame was purchased a full year ago and remains boxed up in the garage. Last week I finally sold my old bed, which was our queen-sized guest bed. Goodbye old pal. Our new baby was conceived there, TMI. But I try not to get sentimental about incredibly large objects. It also has some not so nice memories attached, like the fact that when I bought it in SF I was with my evil ex. But then again, it was also the first real grownup bed I ever bought. Anyway. Kind of nice then that the money I got for it was used to purchase Freya’s new mattress, which was delivered Monday and is also in the garage. “My new bed!!” says Freya when she sees it.

Some paint is on the walls — a dusty pink so far, to be complemented by chocolate brown behind the bed frame. So once the paint is all done and dry, the mattress goes on the floor, fitted with pretty new sheets, and Freya can start taking her naps in there. Her closet needs to be taken apart — removing the doors and shelving and pushing her dresser inside to free up floor space in the room.

I’ve been obsessing over curtains for weeks now, and finally have narrowed down fabric choices. A talented seamstress friend has offered to sew the panels for me. I’m putting up tab-top panels on the window, and then the closet will get coordinating drapes as well. These are the two I love:

I was searching endlessly on etsy for handmade curtains but either couldn’t find a suitable print, or did find one I loved but the seller wanted HUNDREDS of dollars to make it. Two square panels, not even lined. Yeah. I backed away from that.

SO. Freya will finally have her own room, her own space. I really want to make it a place she loves to spend time in, play in, and sleep in. I want it to be all hers, with none of our junk taking up space. Baby comes in (OMG) three months or so, and I just can’t co-sleep with a newborn and a two-year-old, at least not all night anyway. We’ll figure it out as we go, but we will need that room to be Freya’s so that if needed, Brian can go sleep in her bed with her (it’s a full sized mattress).

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