I can't even describe how much I love my son. All I can say is that my heart swells with love for him. Yes swell, I can physically feel my heart stretch when he looks at me, when he falls asleep on my chest, when he smiles, or tells me his stories with coo's. I find myself kneading him with my face like an animal rubbing my scent all over him. I am very much a mother hen and loving every moment. I am the new mom that has official shared her son's washroom trials and tribulations to a complete stranger. #heeheeoops
I definitely feel like I'm starting to get into a groove and while I am still fighting to bring in more milk with supplementing through a tube and taking a prescription that has a "side effect" of increased milk supply we are well on our way. It seems to slowly be getting better so hopefully this can all be in the past soon.
Things feel like they are slowly getting back to normal, I'm getting back to my daily puttering of dusting, cleaning and laundry. This week I have even started to exercise with Steph, we are 2 days in and my legs feel like they are going to fall off and the muscles in my lady area are tenderly tight. Last week I did sit-ups and I walked hunched back from cramping for almost 2 days. I Probably started a little too aggressively. I guess you could say I'm tired of hearing "You look great... for just having a baby" instead I'd like to hear "You look great" period.
Anyway, other then being completely in love with my son and in love with the life I built with my husband I have nothing more at this time.
