Had my 6-week check-up last week. She asked me what I'd thought about my labor and I said it wasn't as bad as I'd been expecting. She told me that I'm a tough woman then 'cuz I'd had a difficult labor, with the suction cup AND the forceps. She told me to expect it to take a while to recover from all that...Everything looks good in terms of healing, apparently my pubic bones are bruised from the forceps and that's a big part of what's still hurting - nothing to do but wait. She asked me what kind of birth control I was thinking about and I said, "that's SOOOO not an issue...that's not gonna be an issue for a WHILE." :)
I've started trying to go for walks with Dylan every afternoon (with very mixed success - we're probably batting about 50/50 due to weather, Dylan's sleep rhythms and my laziness). But I'm enjoying it and have even started trying to tackle some of the mini-mountains around our house. Gerald laughs at me because I reward myself with a cup of coffee. So when he went with me on Sunday, I took coffee with me (since none of the cafes are open on Sunday). When we made it to the top of the hill, I got 4 slugs of coffee as my "reward".
The exercise isn't having much of an effect on my fat ass yet, but I'm enjoying it. I think the fresh air is helping Dylan sleep even better/longer, so I'm definitely gonna try to stick with it.
Speaking of my fat ass...I had an "oh shit" moment last week. I got my ski jacket out of the basement (since I spilled coffee on my wool jacket during our Sunday walk)...yeah, the ski jacket's a total no-go. Doesn't fit over my hips or belly - couldn't even pull it tight enough around my belly to be able to tell whether it still fits over my boobs...Ugh.
I ran into one of the gals from my birthing class on one of my walks last week. We caught up a little bit and she told me there's a breastfeeding group meeting every other Wednesday morning. She's been once and said it was good. I tried to go last Wednesday but got all the way to the hospital and they'd cancelled it "due to sickness"...I'm gonna try to go next week again, I'll keep ya posted.
Enough about me - on to the boy...Dylan's now for-sure and un-mistakably smiling.
His morning wake-up (8-9:30ish) is the best smiling time. You go in the room and he's screaming his head off with his eyes closed. I open up the SwaddleMe (which is getting too short, by the way) and he freezes and leaves his arms down by his side for about 30 seconds. Then he opens his eyes and smiles the hugest smile ever. We can usually play for about 5-10 minutes with lots o' smiles before he starts crying for his breakfast. Love that gummy smile.
Here's a video of our morning playtime:
Once I noticed him following the mobile I added the toy bar back onto his bouncer. He's a fan! (He still likes the mobile better - he'll watch that thing for a half-an-hour totally content!) So I took a video of him playing/talking to his bouncy seat. (Notice a theme, here?)
His head remains gigantic. A girlfriend of mine just took her 2-month old in for his check-up: he's huge (13+ pounds) and his head was 15.5" - yeah, Dylan's was 15.2" at his ONE-MONTH check-up...I think his huge head is the reason he still doesn't like tummy time. We've started to prop him up on a rolled blanket and it makes it slightly more tolerable for him but he's still not a fan. He does cry slightly less hysterically with his daddy than with me.
Here's a video of gigantor's progress on the head-lifting-front (last one, I promise!):
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