I'm feeling much better since the c-section. The scar is so tiny and hidden! My tummy is just a little sore if I cough or press on it (I know, stop pressing on it!). My hormones have reigned in quite a bit as well, although I'm still enjoying my share of emotional and cognitive instability. So really, I'm back to normal.
Despite any of my ineptitude at mothering, Bean is doing really well. (Let's hope this continues to adulthood.) He's so big now, yet still so small! He's been busy mastering the essential newborn skills:
- Constantly leaking white spit-up from his mouth.
- Waking up just as mom is about to lie down for a long-awaited nap.
- Eating every one or two hours like he's been starving for years.
- Screaming bloody murder at the exact moment a hot meal is put on the table.
- Peeing on himself, mom, dad, the changing table, the carpet, the wall, and the door during diaper changes. (I need to ask the dog her secret to staying dry.)
- Burping louder than a drunken basketball fan at a sports bar.
- Outgrowing an outfit after one wearing.
- Filling his diaper immediately after mom changes him. (I think zipping up his sleeper triggers his poop reflex.)
- And last but not least, being so utterly adorable that none of the above matters.
Now that we are no longer worried about breaking him, we've been having more fun with our little Bean. The highlights of this past weekend include:
Dressing him up in cute outfits. (As revenge for many of his aforementioned talents.)
Practicing his "smile for momma"!
Going on his first trip to the grocery store. (Don't you love that hair?)
Well, I'd better get going. The baby is starting to cry, and from the looks the dog is giving me, it's my turn to comfort him.