So. The baby is now 8 weeks old. (And, frankly, adorable, yes?)
Things are … okay. First of all, I have to say that the American system that forces mothers back to work after 6 weeks is obscene and I don’t know how women do it. Or have they haven’t collectively risen up to force change. They are probably just too tired…
Jessie is a good sleeper, with a large caveat. The caveat is that she’s never slept before midnight. The good point is that she never wakes before noon. So, basically, my ideal schedule when I was in university. Does make the days go by pretty quickly, as we’re really only awake for 5 hours before David gets home. And I do make an effort to do at least one thing every single day. Today was a quiet day, but I did manage to make cookies. Last week I wrote a final, visited with Melanie and her adorable daughters, voted in a provincial election and went on three walks. I’m going to the mall tomorrow to buy a shower gift. I’m making an effort to do something every day.
Which I’m doing because I know I have to. It’s been 8 weeks. It’s pretty clear that it’s no longer the baby blues and I’ve slid in to full on PPD. It’s a mild case, to be sure, and there are entire days where I don’t cry. I’m doing okay, for a relative value of okay. I’m seeing my doctor every couple of weeks to make sure I’m not sliding down too far. I make plans to see people. I cook dinner most nights and go for walks. I’m thinking about going to post natal yoga, now that my body is somewhat healed. (C section recovery sucks balls.) I’m trying to get around to actually calling and making a talk therapy appointment. I know there’s shit I need to work out, but it’s hard. And when you don’t wake before noon, there’s a surprisingly short amount of time during the day to get anything done.
But the baby’s awake and so I’ll end this abruptly. (Why not be awake? It’s only 1 am – we probably have an hour to go no matter how much swinging and/or eating she does.) Here’s a picture of what I walked home to the other day after getting a pedicure with a friend. Adorable.