Sunday, September 26, 2010

Thank You!!

Now I want to take this portion of my blog to thank those that have helped me since my broken ankle and my giving birth. If I leave anyone out I apologize, but I really am thankful from the bottom of my heart. First off all those that have said prayers for me, the baby, and my family.

My grandma, Travis, Mike, Missy, and Mollie, for staying with me those first couple weeks after I broke my ankle. The kids for doing all they do (even if it was the bare minimum at times). Also those that stopped by to see how I was doing (Dusty), providing snacks (Bryce and Amanda who both showed up with sundaes and frosty's for not just me, but the whole lot of kids), and all the books to borrow (Julie, Erica, and Jessica). My neighbor Carol for making us several delicious meals and Nadia for her delicious meal, too. I've never had pulled pork and that was yummy!

To those that stayed with me or kept me company those first couple weeks while I was still not able to walk after I had the baby: Kris, Kendra, Mollie, my mom, and Grandma. My church for providing us lots of meals that first week I was home with Rowan. Also the people that stopped by to see how the baby and I were doing including my friend Jessica, Ashley, and my cousin Jessica.

Most of all I want to thank my wonderful husband. I have mentioned in more than one blog his involvement in keeping the house, taking care of me, and working to provide the bacon for our table. Kirby is really such a wonderful person! I honestly don't think anyone else could have taken better care of me. He has been patient, tender, and loving. He has helped me when I was unable to help myself in every embarrassing way- especially postpartum. I wish I could express how wonderful he really is, but I feel a simple blog won't do him justice. I just can't express how I feel in mere words. I am not by any means done with my recovery, but I have to give credit where credit is due. I wish anyone could get a glimpse of how I see him through my eyes.

Adventures of Rowan

So after 8 years what is it like to be a mommy again? Weird. I had not forgotten how to change a dirty diaper. Or to make sure I don't jostle a baby too much after a feeding. Although an "emergency" trip to the bathroom left me no choice, but to let him swing shortly after eating. He enjoyed it, but not so much the changing of the clothes for the 3rd time that day. Daddy and I learned when changing the diaper to make sure it is pointed down in the diaper and not left to it's own accord. That lesson took us a while. Like SEVERAL clean outfits and blankets later from the diaper leaking through the leg.

Also I have the worlds cutest infant (currently screaming in daddy's arms cuz he refuses to burp). That baby burps like a real grown up person. He has his own personality and will grunt (like we're fooled) while he's being burped. When he does though- wow. I bet he could put a couple drunks to shame. Okay he's loud, but maybe not THAT loud. Definitely all boy!

He is 3 1/2 weeks now. Where did the time go?

Besides taking care of my wee one I haven't done anything overly amusing except for recovery. Apparently being a new mother, learning to walk, and have had major abdominal surgery takes it out of you. I still have wicked cabin fever, but I'm not as energetic and lively as I make myself out to be. I know nap when the baby does, but I'm ready to be a normal person again. So by bed time (when he's wide eyed and bushy tailed) I'm exhausted. Geez there goes that burp!

Frankenankle update: Apparently losing 25 lbs and the pregnancy induced edema is the trick for the ankle feeling 78% better. Seriously. I have began my recovery to walking- with the boot. I started out at 25% and am up to 100%. I have a wicked limp. I think that is mostly due to the fact the book raises my leg by like 2 inches. So it's nice to be able to walk to pick up my baby and carry him (albeit, I wouldn't carry him too much after he's eaten with my jagged limp!). I also have to be cautious of carrying hot liquids in a mug. A little unstable for that. -and now I did not learn that the hard way!

In all honesty I will admit, I'm scared out of my gourd to walk w/o my boot. It's like my ankle is all exposed and ready to snap again... ugh. I don't get that figure of speech "scared out of your gourd" I'm not a pumpkin!

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Welcome Home Little One

For those that have wondered where I have been the last week... We can welcome baby Rowan! He was born September 1st, 8:02, 8lbs 3oz, 20 1/4 in.

Rowan is perfect and everyone else is great. Kids doing well. Kirby really truly the best husband I could hope for.

My recovery has been a little difficult with the ankle complications and cesearian. I had 15 staples! We had a drama on sunday when I split the incision open a little. Again I have overwhelming feelings of guilt for my plight. I won't elaborate too much on the woe is me blogs.

As much pain as I'm in I would do it over for Rowan (or any of my children) if I had to. I look forward to being able to pick him up, change him, and give a bath. All that fun baby stuff.