Today the boy turns a week old.
This picture was taken last Saturday, and it is one of my favorites. We've taken 8 million more, but I just don't have it together to get them loaded and up yet.
I'd love to say I've seen all kinds of changes in him in the past week, but the truth is, I was heavily sedated for the first few days, and only mildly less so until maybe Sunday when we left the hospital.
I can say for sure he's a lot more alert and he eats a lot more. And he is the softest, sweetest, best snuggler on the planet. I believe this for an absolute fact.
So a week.
It's kind of crazy to measure time of life in weeks, isn't it? I briefly considered adding up my weeks, and then thought the better of it.
But then when you're measuring baby, it's all inches and ounces. And weeks and days. (And sometimes hours and minutes, no?)
But the days. In terms of the C-section, it's like people said - every day is a bit better. Slowly adding up to a lot better.
Because a week ago, I couldn't feel anything from my breast down. I was peeing through a tube. And now, look, I'm walking!
I can't remember, but I think they took the epidural out and turned off the Pitocin Thursday afternoon. They said once I could start feeling my legs enough to walk, they'd take out the catheter.
And I remember thinking, but I love the catheter! It's like magic! Because I don't think there's any way I'll be able to get out of bed again! Ever!
And then they made me get out of bed to pee. It's up there with scariest things I've ever done. But I got up and then was very much like holymotherofgod, no, no, nonono I most definitely cannot do this again.
But then I did it again. And again. And then once on my own. Although really, if they'd kept accompanying me, I'd have let them.
I will tell you that I've never had so many strangers see so many of my private bits. And I didn't even care.
In fact, I've never asked so many people to look at my nipples. Come to think of it, I don't believe I'd ever asked anyone to look at my nipples.
I thought about it and really, no, not once. And then you give birth and try to breastfeed, and there is a lot of what about my nipples?
But that's a whole nother story.
As is the suppository.