Tuesday, July 19, 2011

6 Weeks Old!

Believe it or not, this was me six weeks ago! 

 And then this little lady came on the scene!

 And now she's six weeks old and smiling!

Time is moving quickly, and now we have an animated little girl on our hands! She's really starting to notice the world around her and loves staring at light on the wall and brightly colored toys. We're not on any sort of set schedule set, but she manages some good evening stretches of sleep every so often. We still haven't quite figured out any sure way to signal the start of the night to her, and how she goes down every night is still different (i.e. 7pm OR 2am!). 

She still sleeps a lot like when she was just born, but now has more alert time during the day, and during that she's starting to smile more...and dare I say I heard a very short giggle accompanying that this morning??

With Minnesota's current "heat storm," the babe and I are fairly housebound today, unfortunately. And perhaps for a bit longer. I can't even get our solid wood front door open because the humidity is so bad If you could feel what it feels like, it's really hard to justify taking a baby out in it even for a walk around the block! So, we're catching up on some shows, ordering diapers online (a ton, by the way), and using grandmotherly visiting time for workouts. (However, this morning's workout outside was pushing it, even for a hydrated adult. It was a total ghost town out there. The only other people I saw were three fairly miserable-looking tree trimmers. But knowing it would probably be the only time I'd get outside all day, I had to go for it.)

So to back up, as of yesterday I've gotten the midwife okay to resume workouts again! Not that this really comes as a surprise, but it's still great. Actually, the midwife asked me if I'd been running already and had no issues with my saying I had in fact started punctuating some of my walks with some super short run intervals. Anyway, the same afternoon as my checkup I headed to the pool for my first swim back and it was great. And I even wore my normal pre-pregnancy swimsuit. As if in perfect illustration of why I liked keeping up swimming while pregnant and now want to continue it is that I ran into four friends at the pool in the course of 45 minutes! Swimming, with the area's limited pool venues, is surprisingly social. And of course the time in the water was great, too.

Better go dig out Z's swimsuit--she'll be a fish herself before she knows it.

Friday, July 8, 2011

Adventure Baby

"We're doing it!!"

Our weekend battle cry.


Z had her first trip to the cabin over Fourth of July weekend! Just like my parents did with me at the same age. Gotta start 'em young. No baby books, no TV, no footwear besides flip flops. Just a Pack 'N Play, mosquito netting, a stack of onesies, and a baby sun hat. (And all the other stuff we seemingly piled the baby on top of in the photo.) 

If it weren't for the dang girth of the stroller (photo - left lower corner), our achievements in light packing would be much more evident. 

She did great! Of course, she slept most of the time, but four nights in northern Minnesota in a real cabin made out of logs is a feat for most adults. There was very little in the way of "actually treacherous" to contend with, but rustic is still the operative word. Coming home to a designated location to change a baby's diaper puts everything in a new light. 

Mom and Z's uncles Jon & David came up too, and we had a great time! It's only with chagrin that I admit I bailed on Scrabble each night because I was dead tired by 8pm. But come on--first trip up north with a newborn: cut me some slack!

Luckily there is a one-room bunkhouse adjacent to the main cabin in which we set up camp with the baby and the Pack 'N Play, while everyone less directly part of Z's bloodline stayed in the main cabin.
Honestly, there is no way I could have fully enjoyed myself if everyone vacationing with us had had to essentially wake up with us every time Z did in the middle of the night to eat. Most of the nights, though, she did sleep pretty well or at least give us some good stretches. Then there was that ONE night, at the end of which I was nearly delirious with exhaustion from the nonstop cluster feeding (i.e. every 45 minutes about twelve times over...or was it 15?). But this uptick of feeding no doubt tied to a growth spurt was inevitable, so we may as well have been in paradise! 

Paradise with bacon and pancakes, I might add. 

The little lady during her first visit to Walker, MN. In her most festive July attire. 


The table centerpiece at breakfast:


Not unlike those huge wedding reception table centerpieces. 

And one of our resident chipmunks who subsists on peanuts he is hand-fed by us humans...and on hummingbird nectar. Save some for the birds, dude!


In terms of postpartum recovery, I'm feeling much closer to normal than I was two weeks ago. It's a long process, no way around it. There are times where you think it can't possibly take this long before the thought of riding a bike seems feasible, but then again childbirth isn't something you do every day. 

I haven't started running again yet; I'm waiting until my six week checkup. A couple times I've punctuated my daily walks with jogs of no more than 50 yards, just to see what the damage would be like. It wasn't traumatic, but I'll wait all the same. Naturally I miss the daily cardiovascular exercise and what it does for me mentally. But for now, walks are fine. Jumping back into running or swimming right now while breastfeeding and getting used to my new sleep schedule (on top of our daily outings), would honestly leave my tank empty. Baby steps. Every week is one big step towards regaining energy and strength, and I'm sure I'll be back to running et. al before I know it. I'm thinking about signing up for a mid-fall running race. With the way time is moving these days, that'll be here before I know it!

Speaking of baby, I love this little miss more each day! She's just so cute, and I love staring at her and trying to figure out who she looks like. So far the consensus is that she's a good mix of both of us. I definitely see Nelson in her. She has the cutest expressions and is getting so strong! She seems to recognize my voice now. She's started taking bottles of expressed milk from Micah and my mom, so that's a big step and one that needed to be negotiated before I go back to work in the fall, so I'm glad she's accepting the bottle now at just 4 weeks old! 

K gotta run--the baby calleth!