I'm feeling better, day after day, but I have to say, this has been a tough recovery. C-sections are no joke. At first, I was like, "This is great!" I thought it was so much better than a natural delivery. I mean, after a natural, it literally feels like you've been beaten with a bat and then your whole body swells to epic proportions. (at least, that was my experience). But that was the worst of it - and every day progressively got better post-delivery.
Not with a c-section. It was tough the first few days in the hospital, but by the time I got home, I was amazed at my mobility. I didn't go up the stairs, but I was able sit on the ground with Scotty, get up from chairs, practically do a sit-up. I was convinced c-sections are the way to go.
But not so fast. My recovery progress has stalled. Or at least, it feels like it. While with a natural birth, it was bad and then consistently got better, the c-section delivery is just slow going. Each day I feel a teeny-bit better, but I'm still struggling, energy and pain-wise.
(and FYI, I don't know if I'm using the correct term here - I know all births are "natural," I just really don't want to have to keep writing "vaginal" over and over again in my blog. So my apologies to anyone who I may offend by insinuating their child didn't come into this world naturally. That's not my intent. It's just my simple avoidance of the v-word.)
All of this makes my life very, very dull. My mom is hitting this grandmother thing out of the park - I really think Scotty now prefers her to me - and they are having so much fun. Just the other day I poked my head out of the bedroom to see what they were both giggling so much about. My mom was (gently) tossing him onto a bunch of couch pillows, and he thought it was hilarious. Up, down, up, down, up, down. I would have never thought of the game, making me happy new ideas are being infused into the home!
And finally, I would like to announce we are creating a new Thanksgiving tradition. Since we are big fans of the deep-fried turkey, we seem to have the same conversation year after year: what else can we fry? (or at least, this is my most pressing question. Man, do I want some cheese sticks. Or maybe a fritter. A girl can dream, right?)
Finally, after some lengthy discussions, I was able to convince His Royal Highness of the Deep Fryer (aka Brian) to actually permit me to fry something aside from turkey. So, on what looks to be a very cold, brisk morning here in Las Vegas, this Thursday will host the very first ever, handmade DOUGHNUT BREAKFAST in our backyard. I have the biscuit dough all ready to go in the fridge. I'm defrosting the apple cider and putting on a pot of hot chocolate. I'm planning on a variety of toppings (cinnamon sugar, powered sugar, and perhaps a chocolate glaze) AND, the best part: my dad is bringing my mom's biscuit maker out from the wilds of Indiana, so not only will we have doughnuts, we will also have doughnut holes. Scotty-sized doughnuts! Ah! Does life get better?
Stay tuned for LOTS of pictures. A doughnut-cam, perhaps?
(oh, and I'm down 4 solid pounds from my pre-surgery weight. Sweet! Thank you morphine, vomiting, and a very large fibroid for my weight loss.)