16 minutes before my 2 week old starts rooting and grunting and whining for momma's milk.
(Now) 15 minutes to churn out a quick post, trying to sum up the past 3 weeks.
Walker Neal McCullohs was born two Thursdays ago, October 21 at 9:30 a.m. weighing 7 pounds, 9 ounces and measuring 20 inches long.
My birth experience was awesome. I got to have my VBAC, thanks to a freakin' awesome doctor and the fact that Walker finally chose to get his heart rate nice and stable. I abstained from drugs, working through contractions on a red exercise ball, getting Moroccan Rose massage oil rubbed all over my back, squeezing my husband's hands until little capillaries popped all over them, and receiving lots of praise from Neal, my friend Sarah, and Mom.
Recovery was surprisingly much more painful than I anticipated. Thank God for sitz baths, Epifoam, Dermoplast (with menthol), refrigerated Tucks pads, Percoset, Motrin and a red donut seat.
Hormones are hard to negotiate with right now.
As is the sleeplessness.
My son is beautiful, worth it all, stealing my heart with smiles as early as day 5.
Carter is adjusting well.
Neal is the most amazing partner. I can't imagine doing this without him.
God is so good to me.
To wrap it up, a quote from my son that every mother desires to hear two weeks after she's given birth (and some pictures):
"Mommy, I like your belly! It's sooo squishy!!"