The birth story is one that I will tell another time, maybe after I get some pain meds or my perineum finally heals. Right now I am feeling frustrated and sad. I expected to give birth, feel great, maybe have a tear or swelling, and be well on my way to normalcy by 2 weeks. As we all know, this is not the case. I am worse today than I was on day 5. I did some damage to my stitches and pulled some muscles in the region... but I cannot understand this level of pain at 2 weeks postpartum. I cannot walk, or stand for more than 5 minutes, the pain is just too much. And I am not a sissy! I managed to push out my 8lb 3oz baby with nothing but Jesus and thoughts of doing karate in my head!
To make matters much worse I have spent the last 2 weeks either separated from my daughters, because I was too sore to care for them or separated from my husband who was away for constable training and later dreadfully ill with some throat infection from hell.
My son is wonderful, he sleeps, he nurses better than I could have hoped. He's fast, 20 minutes and we're done, and then hes just happy. Happy to look around, be held, sit in a seat, just happy. I think he actually smiled today. Not a gas bubble-weird face smile, an actual smile. Papi was playing with him and he smiled twice. :) And so I'm glad that I have this wonderful boy, and a mom who is doing so much to help but I just want to feel better and get back to life! This is not what I expected!
End of whiny rant.