We", it's official - I love her. And I think I'd love her even if she didn't sleep for 4 hours in a row last night, and even if she didn't wake up with crusted breast milk all over her face and not seem the least bit concerned about it, and even if she didn't always calm down as soon as Josh or I spoke to her, and even if she didn't scream hysterically at her sponge bath and then take it down to a whimper once she was clean and wrapped in a soft towel, and even if she didn't make yum-yum noises when nursing, and even if she wasn't the sweetest cuddliest little binky sucker ever.
I feel really great and well rested this morning. She nursed from 11 - 12 and then slept from 12 - 4 and then until 6 and then until 8. I was crampy and sore at the 4am wake-up call, but Josh helped me get my pain meds and get situated. He's been so great. It's actually the best sleep I've gotten in weeks, despite the fact that she wasn't having any part of the brand new bassinet taking up too much space beside the bed. Nope, no way, but as long as she was right beside me, she slept calmly and contently, and I slept better than I thought I would. Waking up to nurse was pretty temporary, and when I woke at 8 I noticed my breast was stuck to the side of her cheek, which was pretty funny. She didn't seem to mind.
When I came down stairs at 8:30 I put her in the downstairs bassinet while I used the bathroom and got cleaned up. On my way to the bathroom Timothy came out of the study and asked where Jocelyn was, and then stood over her patting her bum while I was in the bathroom. He already adores her and asks and talks about her constantly. Of course, he also likes to use the word "boob" a lot, so this gives him basis to do that.
Yesterday, after hearing Grandma tell me she was sorry I had to be in pain, Timothy whispered from behind me, "Mommy - I'm sorry about your pain too". The tear that rolled down his face told me he was utterly sincere. I don't know what I did right in a former life to deserve these wonderful kids, but I surely do feel lucky.
So now she cuddled in the sling for our computer time. How did I manage having the boys without a sling? This thing rocks and she love love loves it. Josh had said he'd never wear it, but has now downgraded that objection to wearing it only inside the house when others aren't watching.
I wrote out the birth story last night and will send it in a separate email. I will not be offended by anyone who doesn't want to read it. It was mostly for me and for Jocelyn - I wanted to make sure to write it down while I remembered it. It seems so vivid now but I know that will fade. Mandy called last night and was so sweet to be sympathetic towards my experience when I (now) know hers must have been just as painful and frightening. And thank you to everyone who has sent email wishes and congrats. There are simply too many to address individually, but that doesn't make them any less appreciated.
I think we are expecting some quick visitors today. Friday a secret someone came by and put an "it's a girl" balloon on the mailbox, which was so nice! We suspect it was Tim. Then Jocelyn gets to watch her first Superbowl while I finish off the 6- pack Josh bought me yesterday. I'm finding the combination of beer and pain medication quite pleasant - hee hee.
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