Postpartum take two

Now introducing…

Remington Bret Langford

Remi announcement front

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^^Birth announcements that I will probably never print or send out. These are my super amateur attempt at newborn photos so don’t judge them too harshly.

Baby Remi was born on June 25 at 12:59 AM

9 lbs 15 oz 22 inches long

14.5 inch head

 

It turns out that I was so eager to not be pregnant that I totally forgot what postpartum life/recovery is like. Like totally forgot. Pretty sure it has to happen that way or else everyone would only have one kid.

I spent so much time dreaming of holding my sweet little boy and cuddling him and loving on him that I totally overlooked how I’d possibly not be walking so well for a while. Or that I’d be in bed for a few days. And how could I forget the discomfort of early breastfeeding or the disgust of wearing those fabulous adult diapers?? And then there’s the dreaded realizing how fat I got over the past 10 months as evidenced by the fact that I no longer have a basket ball belly to hide said weight gain. How did I forget?! How?!

I’ll admit, recovery this time around has been significantly easier than it was with Evelyn. As you may recall, she knocked my tailbone right out of place on her way into the world and I literally could not walk for 4 or 5 days. Remington’s massive head had similar results but not nearly as bad. I could walk, just not very gracefully. By some miracle, I did not tear one bit whilst pushing out my 10 lb baby boy so that was one aspect of recovery that I didn’t have to deal with this time (THANK GOODNESS!).

The only new thing this time around was trying to keep my toddler from jumping, kicking, bouncing on, or just mauling me in general. I assume she likes me a whole lot but she has a funny way of showing it.

As nice as it has been to have all my family here to play with Evelyn and meet Remi, it’s been a little hard too. For one thing, relearning how to breastfeed with a new baby isn’t as easy as you may think. Nursing discreetly is pretty much impossible and not very effective. Plus I feel a little guilty every time I need to decompress and lock myself in my room, leaving them to their own devices. I’ll rethink how we handle house guests if we ever decide to have another kid.

I know you’re all super eager to hear all the details of Remi’s home birth story, but be patient. It’s coming. In the meantime I promise to keep up with this here blog, so you don’t have to be without my witticism for too long. Pinky swear!