So, you said you’d like to hear more about our week and updates on little Creed and this, that and another thing, so here you go!
Creed is 3 weeks old now. Where does the time go?
As you can tell, he has a full head of hair and it pretty much does its own thing.
Creed is awake a lot more these days and he prefers being held over any of the “baby containers” I own. He’d much rather nurse, but that’s nothing new for my babies. I’m not a baby scheduler and so when doctors ask how many feeds he has a day, I seriously have no idea. Eventually, around 2 months, my babies naturally find a rhythm to their day and I start to see a pattern in their eating and sleeping. But at 3 weeks, we are a long way off from that.
Speaking of a long way off…
I’m 8 pounds from pre-pregnancy weight, which frankly, is not an ideal weight for me. But, pre-pregnancy weight is my first goal. All too often, I set ginormous goals for myself that end up eating me alive. This time I wrote out baby step goals. Pre-pregnancy weight is always the place I hope to be at my 6 week check up (which will actually be an 8 week this time, so I stand an even better chance of making it!). But, I must admit, those first few months postpartum are typically a time of my body holding on to the weight. Often, by 4 months postpartum, my body is more willing to let go of the extra pounds. So, we shall see.
As far as my diastasis recti, well…I have a couple of things up my sleeve that I’m not ready to share as yet, but I’ll start working on it as soon as I’m about 6 weeks postpartum. I just started walking around the perimeter of our property with my husband. He’s sweet enough to slow his pace so he can “keep up” with me.
Here in a couple of weeks, I’m going to give T-Tapp a go.
My children LOVE to do T-Tapp with me, so I figure we’ll do it and call it Homeschool P.E. And don’t worry, if I feel like it’s too much, I’ll stop and wait a bit longer before diving back in.
Oh, and if you need to find me this weekend, I’m probably sitting in my rocking chair nursing my brown-haired baby boy and staring out my back picture window, relishing him and remembering the sister he so markedly resembles. And perhaps, as I sing my little Creed to sleep, our resident owl will land on the fencepost and I will smile through my tears, grateful for the beautiful blessings the Lord gives us here on this earth and the ones we will see again in Heaven.
Remembering Emily Sofia
7/4/07 – 2/10/08