OK, this VBAC thing? Brilliant! I cannot stress how much better this recovery has been. Poor Otto. Poor me. We had a rough go that first time around. Not to knock the difficulties of normal childbirth, but that whole abdominal surgery/drug cocktail c-section thing took me months to get over. I felt better an hour after this birth than I did a week after Otto's. Thank God.
This week we've been getting up in the morning, the kids and me, and getting Otto ready for school. He's been coming into our room in the morning and heading straight to the co-sleeper to look at Annabel -- "it's the baby! Oh, she's so cute!" He's been really great, happy to go to school and keep his routine. Annabel goes in with us, and she's been cooed over by 90% of the kids and teachers. He's been fine with that. Next week he'll start going Mon-Wed-Fri and we'll have Tuesdays and Thursdays to hang out together, which will be fun (I hope). Usually Annabel and I run an errand or two after dropping Otto off (today we went to Kroger), but I'm trying to limit my running around. After all the doctor's appointments last week it's been good to stay close to home. Tomorrow we might visit Indigo Forest and Tree City Diaper to check out baby slings and cloth diapers and toys, just for fun.
Annabel and I are sleeping pretty well (with the exception of
last night, when she asked to nurse 3 hours in a row - I'm blaming
a growth spurt), and I usually get 3 or so 2-hour naps during the night
between feedings. That might not sound like much, but it's working
pretty good for me. Then we take a little nap in the afternoon, which
sort of rounds things out and gives me the energy to tackle the evening.
She still has her nights and days switched around, but today she was awake during a good part of the afternoon, so I'm hopeful that soon she'll start sleeping a bit heavier at night and be awake more for dad and brother in the evening.
And that's kind of it. We're trying to keep things simple. I have my hormonal moments, of course, so far they've been manageable. The living room floor is covered with Otto's toys and there are 6 baskets of clean clothes that need putting away, but Otto's pretty happy, there's milk in the fridge, and the baby's thriving.
Life, as they say, is good.