Since time is scarce, doing this from a shared chat with a friend:
merujo: How’s it shaking with the wee Derek?
lunesse2: two nights ago my calves hurt
lunesse2: i called yesterday to tell the midwife that
lunesse2: I spent last night in the ER for 4 hours by myself
lunesse2: because I refused to let Derek go in there
merujo: No way!
lunesse2: so i was seperated from him and don
lunesse2: midwife thought I should
lunesse2: it felt like pulled muscles
lunesse2: but clots and thrombosis have greatly heightened odds post pregnant, and then post cesaeran
merujo: Right — that’s just what I was thinking, too.
lunesse2: my parents drove in fro the coast and Dad shuttled my pumped mulk back and forth for derek from the ER
lunesse2: it wasnt enough, he was still very hungry
lunesse2: but it saved us from using formula
lunesse2: I was a wreck
lunesse2: and of course
lunesse2: my legs are fine
lunesse2: im doing too much
merujo: Awww, Luny. Did they determine what the deal was?
lunesse2: climbing the stairs too much
merujo: Murphy’s Law. Of course.
merujo: Ya poor thing!
lunesse2: better that than the bad alternative but
lunesse2: it was a trying evening
lunesse2: tho mom and dad thanked me for the excuse to see Derek again
merujo: ￼ Good grandparents. ￼
merujo: You must just be beat today.
I got home around 9-10 last night, and scored some new mesh panties in the deal (you wear them post pregnancy for a bit in the hospital, and they help me with my recovery to my body so I still wear them, as all my old underwear is too tight when I have stitches.)
Today, the postpartum meeting with the doula, getting another Miracle blanket (they are swaddling HEAVEN), and resting. The calves were me doing too much. So I have to slow down. It’s really hard to not just be me again, I feel so light and small. In a week I have lost 18 pounds and I want to get out there! =)
So, Derek has arrived. World, meet Derek. Derek, meet world. I am very tired but so in love.
Especially because he is off to a good start at being as strange as his Mom. =)
More about his arrival when things calm down. It is amazing to me, to see this little guy who lived inside me for so long!
Well, I am following the pattern of many and am now over my due date.
I’m mostly ok with this, he will come out when he’s ready, and I am really paying attention to these last days alone. I will never have them again. Even when he is grown up and gone he will be in my head, someone I can call, or who can call me. So I am relishing the hours alone even as I am a bit impatient for them to end.
The weekend was pleasant, with walks with DLJ, watching a movie, I made homemade cinnamon rolls that were very good (thank you, Alton Brown) and made some beads. If the rain lets up today I will take some photos for auctions for the week.
What else? Not much. Just waiting, existing, taking it slow and enjoying the last moments truly to myself…they could end at any time.
I have an ultrasound on Wed. if he is not here, to check the amniotic levels and see how he’s doing. If all is well, we wait some more.
I am happy about the rain today. Not only does it refill my rainbarrels and water my veggies, but it is slow, and meditative. Cozy. A bit strange in August, but I will take it.
I went outside today and did some weeding. I mowed. I drank tea and read a book.
I’m alone. But not entirely. I am the last pregnant woman I know well, though. My friend Patagonia went into labor today. Her estimated date was two days after mine. I know that soon we will be walking and carrying kids around together, but now I am left to waddle and swim alone during the day. It feels lonely. Having someone to go through pregnancy with was really neat. Even though we didn’t talk about babies ALL the time, being pregnant ALL the time, which was something I found tiresome at gatherings of other pregnant women, it was nice to just have someone there with you going through what you were. Everyone in my birthing classes are done, I had the latest date. So now it’s just me and the kidlet, and I’m hanging out waiting for him to decide it’s time.
And for some reason, it’s lonely.
Or it’s just those hormones. Either way, I am ready to have my body back, and meet this little dude. Meanwhile, I will continue to take walks with DLJ, swim with DLJ on weekends, and try to do things around the house/yard as best I can. I feel pretty good that I am still out there weeding and mowing at 39+ weeks, ish. My date is a little fuzzy.
But it does feel like I am the last one standing.
I just mowed the backyard. With our reel mower. *flex*
Later, some weeding. That is way easier, I can just scoot around on my butt and pull weeds while sitting down.
The busy Mondays!
Groceries, gotta go back to a store to return some things, drug store, gotta make beads for a customer (and if I run out of one type of glass in the process, gotta go get one more rod of it in Portland, tomorrow (my I do love living within 15 miles or so of Bullseye), swimming today.
Busy! Guess I will start with the glass and go from there.