So my milk's come in. Not that you could tell by looking at me or anything. Heh.
Baby O is doing great. Still on the bilibed for jaundice (will share my love/hate of that thing in a recovery post), but he is almost back to normal with his bilirubin levels. And - get this - Oliver is already over his birth weight! Whoa. That happened with Bella, too, and she was gaining a pound a week forever, so I guess I don't have to worry about doing any arm strengthening exercises for the next, oh, YEAR. But all kidding aside, this is really great news since all the breastfeeding (and subsequent pooping and peeing) he has been doing means that he recovers from his jaundice more quickly. HUZZAH!
I'm hanging in there. Feeling better today after only needing to get up three times during the night. The previous nights and days Oliver was up every hour to 1.5 hours to nurse and I simply couldn't catch up on sleep. Plus I'm still ridiculously weak and that makes everything overwhelming because I can't do much. To help you understand how over-the-top my feebleness is, I honestly don't know how I'll walk the short distance through the clinic for Oliver's pediatric check-up today. RIDICULOUS! It's super weird to go from being able to walk/take stairs/be normal to suddenly - boom - unable to do much of anything. But I got my helpers and my creepy placenta pills (along with iron pills and pre-natals and tons of iron-rich foods) and I'll be back to normal in a few more weeks. But in the meantime...grrr. At least Husband will get another chance to pretend he's a fancy hairdresser as he washes my hair for me in the tub later today (standing in a hot shower = disaster waiting to happen right now). There is something very sweet about needing to rely on your loved ones and seeing them step up.
Check back later today for another fantastic guest post!