In 2 months time I will be matron of honour, and I still look pregnant!!! Time to sort out this body once and for all.
My first day at gym is a killer. I haven’t done more than take a 20 minute walk in 12 months so even looking at the treadmills is daunting. On my way out of the gym, I notice the spa. I immediately book the slimming programme, since it’s going to take more that a few buckets of sweat to whip this body into some shape other than blob.
I like this spa thing. They hook you up to some machine, then turn it on and it does its thing. After 3 sessions, my messy blob looks better and better, more contained. Even my tummy has gone down to 4 months pregnant, instead of 7.
2 weeks later, I am a size down and more that 4 kilograms down. I look so mch better. Most people are surprised at the radical change.
My first day back at work I depressing. I get home and all I get to do with LO is bath him, feeding then put him to bed. When am I going to spend time with my boy if I keep working!!!! I decide that I need a drastic change of routine. Go to gym at 5:30, work by 7:30. That way, I am home by 16:10 and I have until 19:00 to sit and play with LO. This means I have to be in bed by 21:00 latest. No more laying about in front of the TV!!!
I am not totally in my new routine yet. It’s more difficult getting to bed on time, but we will get it right eventually. LO has a blocked nose, so he tend to wake up more often. This time when he wakes up, it’s with a full blown cry. It’s not easy to sleep through that. I end up checking to see if DH needs any help. What I would do for a full night of undisturbed sleep.
Last week I decided that DH should take some of the night-feeding duties. It wasn’t very successful. Between them they make so much noise that I wake up anyway. And DH gets upset at even the smallest things, so for my LO’s sanity, and mine, I decide he takes the shifts before midnight, and I’ll take care of the rest. I have no idea how he sleeps though LO’s feedings. I just figure that while I was pregnant, I got a lot of baby-hearing hormones, cause I hear the smallest sounds he makes. I also got a lot of get-back-to-sleep hormones, cause as soon as my head hits the pillow after a feed, I’m in dreamland.
Monday, March 13, 2006
So Mr. Man is here and my world is up-side-down.
I spend the first 7 days out of the hospital at my mom’s. You see, in my culture, when you are having a baby, especially the first, you go home to your mom so that she can help you with LO while you recover. She is also supposed to show you how to take care of living, breathing dolls.
Mrs madam here has done so much research the she even shows momma a trick or 2. You see, when my mom was having babies, more that half a century ago, the y used to give little people water from when they are a few days old. Now the belief is that water is bad for their little livers and they can live without it for up to 6 months. Trying to convince my mom doesn’t work. Eventually a pharmacist settles the argument, in my favour I must add. My mom calls me professor from that day.
DH comes to pick us up, and I wonder is there is space for the baby in the car. Between the bags of clothing (mainly baby’s) , the camp cot and all the other baby-must-haves, it a squeeze to get the car seat in, let alone baby.
I get home and the house is a mess. Leaving DH at home alone for more that 10 days was not a good idea. When LO is sleeping, I start cleaning up the house. DH feels really bad that I have to come to a dirty house. At least LO’s room is clean.
For the next month, not much cleaning of the house takes place. My only concern is that LO is clean (body and bum), my nipples are clean (LO can’t eat with dirty plates), LO is fed and I am fed. Everything else takes a back seat. I really need to find some help!
Dishes get washed once in a while. I am too scared to take a shower when I am alone in the house, in case LO wakes up and I don’t hear him. My teeth get brushed at almost lunch time, and I live on cereal.
We eventually find someone to help us out when LO is a month old. The first day after she cleans, I marvel at how in one day, someone can sort out the whole house. There is still a lot of laundry, but at least it is not lying all over the house. It’s all in one place, waiting it’s turn in the machine.
LO wakes up more than 4 times a night. I read other peoples post about how their LO’s only wake up twice a night. I must be doing something wrong. He seems happy though. He makes little noises, I pick him up, feed him and put him back in his cot. All this is done with LO’s eyes tightly closed.
I spend the first 7 days out of the hospital at my mom’s. You see, in my culture, when you are having a baby, especially the first, you go home to your mom so that she can help you with LO while you recover. She is also supposed to show you how to take care of living, breathing dolls.
Mrs madam here has done so much research the she even shows momma a trick or 2. You see, when my mom was having babies, more that half a century ago, the y used to give little people water from when they are a few days old. Now the belief is that water is bad for their little livers and they can live without it for up to 6 months. Trying to convince my mom doesn’t work. Eventually a pharmacist settles the argument, in my favour I must add. My mom calls me professor from that day.
DH comes to pick us up, and I wonder is there is space for the baby in the car. Between the bags of clothing (mainly baby’s) , the camp cot and all the other baby-must-haves, it a squeeze to get the car seat in, let alone baby.
I get home and the house is a mess. Leaving DH at home alone for more that 10 days was not a good idea. When LO is sleeping, I start cleaning up the house. DH feels really bad that I have to come to a dirty house. At least LO’s room is clean.
For the next month, not much cleaning of the house takes place. My only concern is that LO is clean (body and bum), my nipples are clean (LO can’t eat with dirty plates), LO is fed and I am fed. Everything else takes a back seat. I really need to find some help!
Dishes get washed once in a while. I am too scared to take a shower when I am alone in the house, in case LO wakes up and I don’t hear him. My teeth get brushed at almost lunch time, and I live on cereal.
We eventually find someone to help us out when LO is a month old. The first day after she cleans, I marvel at how in one day, someone can sort out the whole house. There is still a lot of laundry, but at least it is not lying all over the house. It’s all in one place, waiting it’s turn in the machine.
LO wakes up more than 4 times a night. I read other peoples post about how their LO’s only wake up twice a night. I must be doing something wrong. He seems happy though. He makes little noises, I pick him up, feed him and put him back in his cot. All this is done with LO’s eyes tightly closed.
Were having a baby!!!!
Haven't been here for a while. So, what's happened since I was last here? Well, we had a baby! The most adorable little boy you have seen. His toothless grin, could melt even the fiercest of hearts.
He didn't stick to the script when he decided to make his entrance. First of all, he was a whole week late. Instead of giving birth on 12 October, I was still pregnant on 19 October. Spent the day shopping. Around 5pm started cooking supper. I felt little cramps but since I had been feeling them for 3 weeks now, I paid them no attention. When hubby came home, I told him that I had a feeling Little One (LO) would make his entrance that day. Around 9pm, decided to take a shower, just in case we had to rush to the hospital. Also took pictures of the belly, just in case these would be the last belly pictures.
At 11pm, went to the loo and got the most searing pain I had felt in my life. I couldn’t even pinpoint exactly where it was. We were in the car within 5 minutes. Good thing those bags had been packed 3 weeks ago.
Got to the hospital and was already 7cm dilated. Man, oh man, I need drugs to take the pain away. I’m too far gone to get anything stronger than pethadine, and that does nothing for this pain. Within 30 minutes, I am fully dilated and can push. But this pushing business is not as easy as I thought. LO has decided my birth canal is more appealing than coming out into the world, so my Dr. asked if she can get the forceps. By this time, I am tired and delirious, the thought of having to get cut and have funny metal implements pushed inside me is not appealing. I tell her hell, no. If there is any cutting that is supposed to happen, it will be across my tummy, and nowhere else.
Within 45 minutes I am in the theatre, feeling nothing below my breast. A little while later, at exactly 3:40am, this alien with a squished head is held up and I am told that this is my baby. Hell no! DH and I can’t surely have produced something that looks like that! We are much cuter than that!! By the time he is brought to me, he is starting to look better and better. Yeah, that is more like it. That alien head is filling out and he looks more and more like my baby is supposed to look.
I look down at my belly and I still look 7 months pregnant. Hey, a whole person just came out of there, isn’t this belly supposed to be flat now? Well, apparently not. It takes a while and sometimes forever for one to even look half as good as they did before baby.
People file in and out of my hospital room. Nurses, family, nurses, friends, nurses. It carries on like that for 3 days. By day 2 I am ready to leave but the pediatrician will only release LO on day 3, just to be sure.
At night he lies beside me on this plastic bassinet. He looks so peaceful. Every few hours, something that sounds like a kitten mewing wakes me up. He eats for a little while then is back to sleep. During the day he sometimes stares at me. He is probably thinking, hey, she’s not as cute as I thought after all. You try looking cute a few days after having a baby!!
Haven't been here for a while. So, what's happened since I was last here? Well, we had a baby! The most adorable little boy you have seen. His toothless grin, could melt even the fiercest of hearts.
He didn't stick to the script when he decided to make his entrance. First of all, he was a whole week late. Instead of giving birth on 12 October, I was still pregnant on 19 October. Spent the day shopping. Around 5pm started cooking supper. I felt little cramps but since I had been feeling them for 3 weeks now, I paid them no attention. When hubby came home, I told him that I had a feeling Little One (LO) would make his entrance that day. Around 9pm, decided to take a shower, just in case we had to rush to the hospital. Also took pictures of the belly, just in case these would be the last belly pictures.
At 11pm, went to the loo and got the most searing pain I had felt in my life. I couldn’t even pinpoint exactly where it was. We were in the car within 5 minutes. Good thing those bags had been packed 3 weeks ago.
Got to the hospital and was already 7cm dilated. Man, oh man, I need drugs to take the pain away. I’m too far gone to get anything stronger than pethadine, and that does nothing for this pain. Within 30 minutes, I am fully dilated and can push. But this pushing business is not as easy as I thought. LO has decided my birth canal is more appealing than coming out into the world, so my Dr. asked if she can get the forceps. By this time, I am tired and delirious, the thought of having to get cut and have funny metal implements pushed inside me is not appealing. I tell her hell, no. If there is any cutting that is supposed to happen, it will be across my tummy, and nowhere else.
Within 45 minutes I am in the theatre, feeling nothing below my breast. A little while later, at exactly 3:40am, this alien with a squished head is held up and I am told that this is my baby. Hell no! DH and I can’t surely have produced something that looks like that! We are much cuter than that!! By the time he is brought to me, he is starting to look better and better. Yeah, that is more like it. That alien head is filling out and he looks more and more like my baby is supposed to look.
I look down at my belly and I still look 7 months pregnant. Hey, a whole person just came out of there, isn’t this belly supposed to be flat now? Well, apparently not. It takes a while and sometimes forever for one to even look half as good as they did before baby.
People file in and out of my hospital room. Nurses, family, nurses, friends, nurses. It carries on like that for 3 days. By day 2 I am ready to leave but the pediatrician will only release LO on day 3, just to be sure.
At night he lies beside me on this plastic bassinet. He looks so peaceful. Every few hours, something that sounds like a kitten mewing wakes me up. He eats for a little while then is back to sleep. During the day he sometimes stares at me. He is probably thinking, hey, she’s not as cute as I thought after all. You try looking cute a few days after having a baby!!
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