So Nova is a week old, and things have been going fairly well. Leif goes back to work tomorrow, after taking a week off. I’m getting a decent amount of sleep, though it is not continuous and I haven’t been doing much in the day.
I fell in love faster this time. When my first was born, it was just weird to have a child. This strange creature, she was like a little pod person to me. My parents came out two weeks after she was born, and it seemed pointless to me. All she did was sleep, eat, and cry–why not wait until it gets interesting? But with Nova, it’s strange to think that this is my last newborn. I can see the appeal for my Mom now. (My parents will be visiting in a couple of weeks)
And with Rowan, I felt afterwards like I had been inducted into the secret cult of parenthood–though my baby was good-natured and easygoing, my physical problems were such that I wondered if I would go through that again. My body was a mess and I had constant pain–part of me wondered if I had known what it was going to be like afterward, would I have gotten pregnant? My doctor gave me the best advice, “It took nine months for the pregnancy so give yourself nine months to get back to normal,” and I turned out okay. With Nova, I knew far better what I was getting into.
I am less achy, so that is good, though I still need to be consistent with my workouts/yoga. It definitely makes a difference when I do it. But generally, things are going well.