This first week with our new itty bitty wee one has been, er... interesting.
The first couple of days home were awful. Since I had a c-section I could barely walk. I was in pain, virtually immobile and extremely fatigued from getting only three hours of sleep the entire time I was in the hospital. Needless to say, I was pretty darn irritable. My husband was an exhausted grumpasaurus rex as well and River had transformed into a total hellion while we were away.
Wednesday I had a little emotional meltdown from the stress of not being able to care for my home and family the way I would on any given non-postpartum day. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate being incapacitated? My mother-in-law came to town to help me around the house and as grateful as I was for this, my pride, stubbornness and hormones just wouldn't allow me to relax and enjoy the much needed assistance.
|While printing contracts, my printer decided to be a wee bit hateful and spat my copies out on the floor.|
As soon as we got home from the hospital I got right back to work on the faire. The faire is in less than three weeks and it's time to promote, promote, promote. I still have to tie up loose ends with my entertainers, make the stage schedule, find more volunteers, map up the vendor placement, arrange lodging for acts, shave my legs, sharpen my sword, practice my curtsy, etc. It sounds like a lot to do (and it is) but three weeks is actually plenty of time for me to get it all done... I just need 100% cooperation from everyone in this house. HA!! Right.
Little Cedar is a pretty demanding little lady and River has turned into a huge emotional ball of jealousy. I honestly didn't see that coming considering how independent he was before the baby came. Before, I couldn't even pin him down for more than a couple of seconds to get a quick cuddle in and now he's whining and begging to be picked up and held constantly. When you give him the attention he wants he squirms to be released and runs away. Vurry frustrating. I think this picture describes how I've been feeling all week.
Friday I finally had the will to pull myself together and put on some decent clothes and makeup for house guests. Because my lower abdomen is still stapled together properly Frankenstein-style, leggings are out for covering up my hairy legs so I've been favoring maxis. This floor length maxi is a hand-me-down from my aunt. I couldn't wear it during pregnancy because of the low waist but it works great now for my still bloated form; it's loose and flowy and conceals my jiggly postpartum belly just right.
So that's how our first week went. Fun, yeah. Ugh, please tell me it gets easier.
So anywho ,it's the Sabbath so it's my blog-reading/no faire work day so I'll be swooping by and seeing what the heck all you sexy beasts have been up to lately. See ya soon!