Your first week has been wonderful. My first week has been trying. Haha… no matter how much people warn you, nothing really prepares a new mom for the physical healing that goes on once the labor and delivery is over. Oh my goodness… it has definitely been a process, but I feel like I’m finally on the mend. Now, for sleep. Again, everyone says… sleep when they sleep. Easier said than done! All I can think about when you sleep is all the things I need to do… clean up, make something to eat, take a bath, blog, check my work email… and yet, all I end up doing is staring at you and maybe even zoning out in front of the TV. I’m getting better at napping, but it takes some serious bossing around from your daddy. He had to pull me into the bed at one point, force me to lay down and practically barricade me in the room the other day. Slowly but surely, though, I’m catching up on some sleep.
The last two nights have been great. You wake up for feedings, and then pass back out pretty quickly. You love your anchor blanket the best, and sometimes you get so mad when I give you a paci you shake your head and spit it out. I love your spunk already.
You love to be swaddled, too. You’re a little “twitchy” in your sleep (like mom!), so it helps to keep you swaddled.
We know you’re hungry because you go “Walker Status” on us. We watch a show called “The Walking Dead”, and it’s basically about a zombie apocalypse .. I know, I know. Not the healthiest show to watch, but it’s a guilty pleasure. Anyway… you go straight “WALKER Status” on us when you’re ready for food. Snarling, snorting, eyes rolling around in your head, latching on to any body part that you can find on me or your dad… shoulder, ear, nose, cheek. It’s pretty funny.
The little noises you make when you’re eating, or looking at Dad and I, are the best. The coos and oohs and awws seriously sustain me.
I’m a little emotional, but I know it’s just the hormones. I’m overly exhausted, and adjusting to this new life, so it’s bringing out all these fears that I didn’t know I had. Mainly, I’ve been so afraid of something happening to your Dad. I was able to talk about it with several people, though, and have spent extra, extra time in prayer… That spirit of fear isn’t anything God-breathed, so I just need to keep myself refreshed by having constant conversations with Him. My “fears” are getting better, but it helps to talk about it with my family and close friends, too. They keep me focused on what is good and what is right. I’m continuing to pray for ongoing health, protection, confidence and peace… for all of us; our family and friends… all the time. God is so good.
Pictures from your first week:
You love to eat, sleep & poop… and that’s about it. Here you are, doing probably two of the three.
On the way home from the hospital, on December 21st, we stopped and saw Dr. Mike for a newborn adjustment. You came into this world a little roughly, so we wanted to make sure everything was good… and it was! Daddy made the same stop on the way home from the hospital when HE was born, so it just made sense that this would be your first stop too!
This is your Grandpa Cohee’s favorite picture!
Christmas Eve night… hanging out with mom. You had so many “first Christmas” pjs… so grateful we got to use them and you weren’t a post-Christmas baby! Yay!
This was after a 2am feeding… the glow is from the Christmas lights we have in your room… it’s so peaceful in there, just you and I. You always pass out cold when you’re done eating… and that look on your face is my favorite. So content.