I know, I promised a post on the time someone got the dog drunk, but I don’t have the mental capacity to type it out right now. Also, really regretting that I neglected to get some video.
Currently my entire life is centered around baby. I sleep when she sleeps (some, otherwise I’m washing bottles and shiz like that), I try to eat between feeding her, and I spend an obscene amount of time holding her so she’ll just stop crying (see previous post on how acid reflux is the devil). I love it, but I’m definitely not quite up to my normal (low) blogging standards. I promise to do better once the pediatrician allows us let her sleep through the night. And if I don’t do better, well, suck it up buttercup.
So, on other news, today is D-Day. And by D-Day, I mean today is Charlotte’s due date. It’s so hard to believe she was due today when she’s already been home for almost 3 weeks and she’s been alive for 9 weeks. I got her weighed on Tuesday and she was 5 pounds, 12.4 ounces, which means she’s gained more than 3 pounds since birth and more than a pound since she’s been home. She looks huge to me, but I know that’s not actually the case since she’s barely newborn size. It’s weird, because in some ways she still acts like a newborn and in some ways she doesn’t.
It’s strange to think that I was just now supposed to be delivering, but I’m already up to 1 mile running without walking and 2 miles run/walking. It turns out I would have definitely needed a c-section no matter what, so if she’d been born today, I’d have another 6 weeks before I’d be allowed to do anything. I didn’t expect to be training for another half marathon until December, but I figured I’d try to look on the bright side and use this as my chance to run the Columbus half since I missed it last year due to my pregnancy.
It’s exciting to be “full-term” since it means my baby is acting more like a baby and less like a preemie, albeit closer to her gestational age than her real age. It’s a little frustrating that we still can’t treat her like a regular baby, though. Besides waking her up every 4 hours to eat, we are also still on lockdown because her lungs are still so much more susceptible to illness. I had fantasies of spending the summer with other moms and babies, but the pediatrician says that’s kind of a no go. At least she finally fits in the Ergo carrier and we are allowed to go to the zoo and for walks as long as people keep their hands off.
I know some people are wondering how the animals have adjusted. Well, the cat avoids the tiny human, but he likes her stuff.
The puggles like to be in the same room as her, but they don’t like it if I set her near them. They prefer to approach (and lick) on their own terms. Delilah thinks Charlotte is her baby and guards her the way she used to guard my belly.
The other reason I’ve been a bit MIA this week?
So my plan for today is to enjoy my time with my little Squawker and finally let myself move past all the “what could have beens” and the “did I do the right things”. The NICU is really just fading in to a slightly unpleasant memory and hey, at least I’ve lost all the baby weight already!