I find it hard to believe Reed is a month old today and just as perfect as ever. He even waved back at me today. Coincidence? I doubt it. Clearly my child is brilliant.
Whenever I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror holding Reed, I always feel a bit of disbelief. Is that me? Is that my kid? I feel like I look too young to be a parent. I always think of parents as old. I guess I just don’t feel my 33.5 years.
I think they call this denial.
A month postpartum, I can sit almost comfortably now, although I am not quite ready for walking yet. I can’t wait to be able to take a walk. I’ve got twenty pounds to sweat off.
Breast feeding has gotten easier also, although I still have a stubbornly sore nipple. I have found Netflix episodes of Gossip Girl help pass the time at 4:00 a.m. while Reed nurses. Having a pleasant outlet for passing time during all those hours of sitting and nursing is key. Functioning with one hand is also essential. I was most pleased with myself for managing to snuggle a napping baby in one arm while selecting my seed order from the Baker Creek Heirloom Seed catalog with the other. Now I just need to find ten minutes to place the order. Tomorrow. And then I need to figure out how to plant and tend said seeds.
I have noticed iris bulbs starting to sprout in the garden. That sure does make me smile.