My baby is just so darn gorgeous!! Seriously adorable! When I look at him or cuddle him, I want to hold onto the moment and remember it forever. I'm so excited about watching him grow and develop, but at the same time, I don't want him to ever change.... he is just perfect how he is.
I remember being warned before he was born that a whole range of responses are possible when you have a baby. Some women bond straight away, others take time. It was comforting to know ahead of time so that I didn't feel any pressure to feel a certain way.
I did love him right when I first met him, but mostly I just wanted to go to sleep. (Well, hey, I had just been through labour!) As the weeks have gone by, I have come to adore him more and more. He is just the most fabulous boy ever! I just want to tell everyone how great he is! Even when he makes my head hurt by screaming his lungs out, he is still so wonderful to cuddle and kiss. And when he is sound asleep, with his peaceful little face and his chubby arms curled up, oh man, he is too cute for words!
He is 9 weeks old today. According to the maternal health nurse, he weighs 6.61kgs and is 60.5cm long. That's a gain of 2kgs and 7.5cms. That's my clever big boy! Likes his food! :-D
Thursday, 25 August 2011
Wednesday, 24 August 2011
Getting the hang of the obvious
I'm sure that by the time I've popped out 8 kids (haha) I'll be doing things in auto pilot. But for now, even the most obvious of mothering duties is a baffling, arduous task.
Take, for example, putting baby to sleep. Feed, play, watch for tired signs (lists of these can be readily obtained) then put baby down for a nap. It's quite logical, right? Makes much more sense than waiting until baby is so overtired that a screaming match ensues, requiring the baby to be rocked or comfort-fed to sleep, then not being able to be put down without being woken.
So if it's so darn logical and simple, why is it beyond me??
Perhaps:
~ because I have a poor sense of time at the best of times, let alone when I've had broken sleep for months. I don't notice how long 'play time' has been so forget to watch for tired signs.
~ my baby doesn't display the particlar list of signs I'm watching for.
~ I'm distracted by other things and not paying attention to him until he starts to cry.
~ I'm not used to having my activities interrupted, so I try to push sleep time back just a few minutes so I can 'just really quickly finish these last few dishes before the water goes cold', but my young baby doesn't have a tolerance margin of a few minutes yet.
~ my baby has grumpy days and sometimes skips the tired signs and goes straight for a good ol' cry.
Whatever the combination of reasons, it often just doesn't work. So on the odd occassions when I have a near textbook feed-play-settle-sleep cycle, I feel so gosh darn proud of myself!
Take, for example, putting baby to sleep. Feed, play, watch for tired signs (lists of these can be readily obtained) then put baby down for a nap. It's quite logical, right? Makes much more sense than waiting until baby is so overtired that a screaming match ensues, requiring the baby to be rocked or comfort-fed to sleep, then not being able to be put down without being woken.
So if it's so darn logical and simple, why is it beyond me??
Perhaps:
~ because I have a poor sense of time at the best of times, let alone when I've had broken sleep for months. I don't notice how long 'play time' has been so forget to watch for tired signs.
~ my baby doesn't display the particlar list of signs I'm watching for.
~ I'm distracted by other things and not paying attention to him until he starts to cry.
~ I'm not used to having my activities interrupted, so I try to push sleep time back just a few minutes so I can 'just really quickly finish these last few dishes before the water goes cold', but my young baby doesn't have a tolerance margin of a few minutes yet.
~ my baby has grumpy days and sometimes skips the tired signs and goes straight for a good ol' cry.
Whatever the combination of reasons, it often just doesn't work. So on the odd occassions when I have a near textbook feed-play-settle-sleep cycle, I feel so gosh darn proud of myself!
Monday, 22 August 2011
Sick days
I can't remember who said it recently, but I heard a mum somewhere saying that the worst part about being sick when you're a mum is that you can't chuck a sickie... the baby still needs to be cared for regardless of how you feel.
Today was my first sick day as a mum. Cooper got to spend half the night in our bed last night. He has been doing really well at staying mostly in his own bed lately, but I felt yuck and couldn't be bothered last night. Cooper has been fairly happy today, but has not been interested in sleeping, much to my dismay. I thought we might have some naps on the couch together, but he had other ideas. Got him settled, which took a while. He wanted to sleep on me, but every time I sneezed, coughed or blew my nose, it scared the crap out of him. With my sneezes surpressed and him alseep, I was finally just starting to nod off myself, and he decided that nap time was over. Doh!
I'm glad I'm not really sick, 'cuz it would fully suck. Just got a cold, and would have enjoyed a PJ day in bed or watching dvds. But I didn't even get to stay in my PJs as the darling spewed and weed on them and my dressing gown. :( At least it was nice weather so they are washed and dry already.
Hope the reason he hasn't slept well today is not because I've shared my germs with him! Fingers crossed for a great sleep tonight!
Today was my first sick day as a mum. Cooper got to spend half the night in our bed last night. He has been doing really well at staying mostly in his own bed lately, but I felt yuck and couldn't be bothered last night. Cooper has been fairly happy today, but has not been interested in sleeping, much to my dismay. I thought we might have some naps on the couch together, but he had other ideas. Got him settled, which took a while. He wanted to sleep on me, but every time I sneezed, coughed or blew my nose, it scared the crap out of him. With my sneezes surpressed and him alseep, I was finally just starting to nod off myself, and he decided that nap time was over. Doh!
I'm glad I'm not really sick, 'cuz it would fully suck. Just got a cold, and would have enjoyed a PJ day in bed or watching dvds. But I didn't even get to stay in my PJs as the darling spewed and weed on them and my dressing gown. :( At least it was nice weather so they are washed and dry already.
Hope the reason he hasn't slept well today is not because I've shared my germs with him! Fingers crossed for a great sleep tonight!
Sunday, 21 August 2011
Food, glorious food!
During the pregnancy, I started eating more. And boy, do I eat a lot now! Instead of my previous 3 slices of pizza, last night I had 6. At our picnic lunch today, instead of a reasonable 6-inch, I happily polished of an entire foot-long sub, and was wishing we had dessert to follow on with.
It still amazes me how complex and marvellous our bodies are. That my body can take the food and drink I consume and turn it into a nutritious milk that meets all my baby's needs is nothing short of incredible.
It still amazes me how complex and marvellous our bodies are. That my body can take the food and drink I consume and turn it into a nutritious milk that meets all my baby's needs is nothing short of incredible.
Saturday, 20 August 2011
Housework
I've noticed my approach to housework has changed with my change in circumstances.
Previously, there were only two of us, out a lot and seldom having visitors. I also had bigger chunks of time available. I would have a cleaning morning every now and then, where I would vacuum all floors and clean the bathroom (including shower and loo) and do the dishes and laundry.
Now, we're home more, have more visitors, and I swear Jason seems to be getting muddier at work and dropping more dirt around in spite of how careful he tries to be. Or maybe I just notice it more because I'm home and putting a baby on the floor. I also do not have big blocks of time with both hands free like I used to.
So now I do bitsy cleans. For example, I vacuum more regularly, but usually just the entry way and the area of loungeroom floor that is clear. Or sweep the kitchen and the half of the dining room where we sit. It works. I figure those spots that get dirtier need to be cleaned more often, so it doesn't matter if I don't clean the whole lot. Just requires a change of thinking so that I don't feel like a slack housekeeper :).
Previously, there were only two of us, out a lot and seldom having visitors. I also had bigger chunks of time available. I would have a cleaning morning every now and then, where I would vacuum all floors and clean the bathroom (including shower and loo) and do the dishes and laundry.
Now, we're home more, have more visitors, and I swear Jason seems to be getting muddier at work and dropping more dirt around in spite of how careful he tries to be. Or maybe I just notice it more because I'm home and putting a baby on the floor. I also do not have big blocks of time with both hands free like I used to.
So now I do bitsy cleans. For example, I vacuum more regularly, but usually just the entry way and the area of loungeroom floor that is clear. Or sweep the kitchen and the half of the dining room where we sit. It works. I figure those spots that get dirtier need to be cleaned more often, so it doesn't matter if I don't clean the whole lot. Just requires a change of thinking so that I don't feel like a slack housekeeper :).
Immunisations
Oh the confusion!! I find all these timeline things so baffling. The maternal health nurse said to get immunisations done at the 6 wk GP check up; the GP said to get them done at the city council; the city council said the maternal health nurse would do it at the 8 wk check. What the...? I know I'm supposed to get my baby immunised, but noone seems to want to do it! I queried the lady at city coucil, who thought that the confusion was maybe because there was a new 6 wk immunisation in addition to the 8 wk ones. She said she'd call me back.
Turns out that they now encourage you to do it at 6 wks due to the increase of whooping cough in small babies. But I don't feel so bad about not knowing when to do them as nobody else seems to either! She said to come in and they'd do them that day.
So on Tuesday I took my little 7 wk, 5 day old boy in and held him still while they gave him his first non-breastmilk drink (funny faces, but no drama there) and stabbed him in both legs (lots of tears then). I must admit, I got a little teary myself. I made the mistake of watching the big long needle go in on the first leg.
He calmed down amazingly quickly though, and became very sleepy for the next day or so. He then became a bit 'fragile' for a couple days after that...just a bit sooky and wanting lots of cuddles. My poor baby.
I have really enjoyed his big smiley playtime coming back today - so cute!
Turns out that they now encourage you to do it at 6 wks due to the increase of whooping cough in small babies. But I don't feel so bad about not knowing when to do them as nobody else seems to either! She said to come in and they'd do them that day.
So on Tuesday I took my little 7 wk, 5 day old boy in and held him still while they gave him his first non-breastmilk drink (funny faces, but no drama there) and stabbed him in both legs (lots of tears then). I must admit, I got a little teary myself. I made the mistake of watching the big long needle go in on the first leg.
He calmed down amazingly quickly though, and became very sleepy for the next day or so. He then became a bit 'fragile' for a couple days after that...just a bit sooky and wanting lots of cuddles. My poor baby.
I have really enjoyed his big smiley playtime coming back today - so cute!
Sunday, 14 August 2011
I can walk!!
Almost painfree!! My hip and lower back are SOOOO much better!! Went to the physio again on Monday, have gotten Jason to massage the area several times, and have been super-careful about not walking too much and being really careful how I pick up/carry Cooper and my posture etc. And the results are there! I sleep comfortably and can walk easily around the house and yard. Wohoo!
Went to NQR followed by the Fruit Shack yesterday, and was definitely feeling it after just those 2 stores, so it reminded me that I still need to keep taking it easy even after I feel good. Even though it kills me not to be able to walk on gorgeous days like Friday. But if I've seen this much improvement in the last week, hopefully it won't be long before things are all good again!
Got told I was looking nice and trim today too, which just made my day! :-)
Went to NQR followed by the Fruit Shack yesterday, and was definitely feeling it after just those 2 stores, so it reminded me that I still need to keep taking it easy even after I feel good. Even though it kills me not to be able to walk on gorgeous days like Friday. But if I've seen this much improvement in the last week, hopefully it won't be long before things are all good again!
Got told I was looking nice and trim today too, which just made my day! :-)
Sleeping solo
A week and a half ago, I decided that as Cooper was sleeping on his own (instead of needing to be on me) a bit better during the day, I would start trying to put him in his own bed on Friday nights. (Jason is usually home on Saturday, so I don't mind waking him to take over if I'm getting super tired.)
The first Friday was so-so, but this last Friday was fantastic!! Quick settles after feeds and straight back into his own bed! He slept on his own the whole night!! I knew not to expect that this would be the norm now, but since we had so much success on Friday, I thought I might even try it again last night.
I toodled off to bed at 10pm, with Cooper asleep on Jase in front of the telly. It was about 1am before they came in, and that was about when my sleep ended too. Cooper was in the mood to play!! He wasn't loud and grizzly, as long as the lamp was on low and I was paying him a little attention here and there.
2am - ok, kid, that's enough, time to go to sleep.
2:30 - really, Mummy is almost falling asleep... why don't you do the same?
3am - come ON! Enough already!! Lines from the book read by Noni Hazlehurst, 'Go the f@#! to sleep', are running through my head.
3:30 - sooking starting... at last, I think you're getting tired!!! Time to wake up Dad and get him to put you to sleep on his chest! Stuff your own bed, I don't care where you sleep for the rest of tonight, as long as I can go to sleep!
Maybe next Friday...
The first Friday was so-so, but this last Friday was fantastic!! Quick settles after feeds and straight back into his own bed! He slept on his own the whole night!! I knew not to expect that this would be the norm now, but since we had so much success on Friday, I thought I might even try it again last night.
I toodled off to bed at 10pm, with Cooper asleep on Jase in front of the telly. It was about 1am before they came in, and that was about when my sleep ended too. Cooper was in the mood to play!! He wasn't loud and grizzly, as long as the lamp was on low and I was paying him a little attention here and there.
2am - ok, kid, that's enough, time to go to sleep.
2:30 - really, Mummy is almost falling asleep... why don't you do the same?
3am - come ON! Enough already!! Lines from the book read by Noni Hazlehurst, 'Go the f@#! to sleep', are running through my head.
3:30 - sooking starting... at last, I think you're getting tired!!! Time to wake up Dad and get him to put you to sleep on his chest! Stuff your own bed, I don't care where you sleep for the rest of tonight, as long as I can go to sleep!
Maybe next Friday...
Saturday, 13 August 2011
Date night
Jason and I usually go on a date every three weeks or so, although we hadn't been on one since Cooper was born (7 wks ago). Tonight we decided to venture out for our first little 'family date'. I was all decked out in my best trackies and hoody (glamourous, eh??) as we headed out for a pub meal.
Although dinnertime is often a grumpy time of day for the little boy, he survived the dinner quite well. As we waited for our meals to arrive, a dummy and a cuddle sent him off to the land of nod.
He slept in the pram for most of the meal, only awaking and starting to grizzle for food just as we were finishing ours. By the time we got home, however, it was a full-blown HOWL.
Then we had issues. Poor little fella... was so tired from his howling, but couldn't sleep because he was too worked up and his little tummy was empty. Couldn't eat, though, because he was so tired and worked up! Managed to get a few sucks in, just enough that he was finally able to be soothed enough to latch on properly. He is now happy as can be, playing on Daddy's knee :-)
Maybe our next date will be Saturday lunch during his sleepy time!
Although dinnertime is often a grumpy time of day for the little boy, he survived the dinner quite well. As we waited for our meals to arrive, a dummy and a cuddle sent him off to the land of nod.
He slept in the pram for most of the meal, only awaking and starting to grizzle for food just as we were finishing ours. By the time we got home, however, it was a full-blown HOWL.
Then we had issues. Poor little fella... was so tired from his howling, but couldn't sleep because he was too worked up and his little tummy was empty. Couldn't eat, though, because he was so tired and worked up! Managed to get a few sucks in, just enough that he was finally able to be soothed enough to latch on properly. He is now happy as can be, playing on Daddy's knee :-)
Maybe our next date will be Saturday lunch during his sleepy time!
Monday, 8 August 2011
Clucky much??
I remember my sister saying how she was clucky and wanting another when her babies were still quite young (around 3 months?). At the time, I was like, "You've already got a baby!! What do you mean, you're clucky?"
Today I got the contraceptive implant inserted. As I drove away, I looked down at the bandage on my arm and felt a twinge of sadness. "No more babies now," I mournfully told Cooper. I then had to have a good laugh at myself... I was talking to my 6.5wk old baby!! Why would I want to have another one now?? I've already got one!!
Ah, but he is just so lovely, I want to surround myself with lots of littlies just like him!
Today I got the contraceptive implant inserted. As I drove away, I looked down at the bandage on my arm and felt a twinge of sadness. "No more babies now," I mournfully told Cooper. I then had to have a good laugh at myself... I was talking to my 6.5wk old baby!! Why would I want to have another one now?? I've already got one!!
Ah, but he is just so lovely, I want to surround myself with lots of littlies just like him!
Getting down and dirty
I had an appointment today. When I was called, I walked in carrying the nappy bag, Cooper and a little blanket. The doctor looked at me in surprise... "What will we do with Cooper while I work on you?"
"Ummm, put him on the floor... I have a blanket."
"Oh, ok!" (slightly surprised expression)
I got the same reaction when I visited the chiro. Do people not put babies on the floor anymore?? That's pretty much where my baby lives when he's not on me or Jason. Or am I not supposed to bring the baby with me to appointments? Maybe it's just that people usually get a babysitter or bring the pram in with them, so the doctors aren't used to it? Hmm, interesting.
On another matter, Cooper has had a few rough moments in the last couple of days. He has gotten over-tired and has been so hard to settle. Tonight, for example, he was so tired and fell asleep on Jason. When Jason had to get ready to go to cricket, he popped Cooper on the floor. Of course, the little boy woke shortly after and started sooking. Jase went to do a nappy change, and copped a spray, so it took a little bit for us to clean up and get him all dressed again, even though we were hurrying. By this stage, of course, the sooking had turned to tears. By the time I tried to feed him, he was already starting to get quite distressed and wouldn't feed properly. Then it turned to major distress.
Poor little fella, he gets himself so worked up sometimes. And poor mummy's head... seriously, the lungs on that kid!! Jason and I have trouble trying to speak to each other over the top of his screams when he gets going!
He is asleep on me now, and although it is way past my bedtime, I don't want to move. Don't want to risk waking the poor little guy up. (BTW, he is SUCH an adorable little bundle on my lap! I just want to cuddle him all night! Although we'll see what I think of that idea at 4am...)
"Ummm, put him on the floor... I have a blanket."
"Oh, ok!" (slightly surprised expression)
I got the same reaction when I visited the chiro. Do people not put babies on the floor anymore?? That's pretty much where my baby lives when he's not on me or Jason. Or am I not supposed to bring the baby with me to appointments? Maybe it's just that people usually get a babysitter or bring the pram in with them, so the doctors aren't used to it? Hmm, interesting.
On another matter, Cooper has had a few rough moments in the last couple of days. He has gotten over-tired and has been so hard to settle. Tonight, for example, he was so tired and fell asleep on Jason. When Jason had to get ready to go to cricket, he popped Cooper on the floor. Of course, the little boy woke shortly after and started sooking. Jase went to do a nappy change, and copped a spray, so it took a little bit for us to clean up and get him all dressed again, even though we were hurrying. By this stage, of course, the sooking had turned to tears. By the time I tried to feed him, he was already starting to get quite distressed and wouldn't feed properly. Then it turned to major distress.
Poor little fella, he gets himself so worked up sometimes. And poor mummy's head... seriously, the lungs on that kid!! Jason and I have trouble trying to speak to each other over the top of his screams when he gets going!
He is asleep on me now, and although it is way past my bedtime, I don't want to move. Don't want to risk waking the poor little guy up. (BTW, he is SUCH an adorable little bundle on my lap! I just want to cuddle him all night! Although we'll see what I think of that idea at 4am...)
Sunday, 7 August 2011
The smell of a baby
I had a lady stop me the other day, saying "Please let me smell your baby. I just love the smell of babies!"
What the...??
I don't know about other babies, but the smells my baby produces are vomit, urine and poo (although the poo isn't too bad yet). Lady, I'm guessing what you actually like is the scent of Johnson & Johnson's baby powder.
Although I bath my baby almost every day, I'm afraid I usually forget to sprinkle him with powder. And as he vomits regularly, that is the scent you will smell. It isn't that pleasant, honest.
So no, I'd rather you didn't sniff my baby. I find it a little creepy and slightly embarrassing.
Let me put it this way: how would you feel if I saw a Rexona can sticking out of your bag, got very excited and asked to sniff your armpit? It's weird, huh? And say you'd forgotten to put your Rexona on this morning... embarrassing, huh?
So I'm sure you get the point ... please go buy your own powder to enjoy in the privacy of your home and back your nose away from my baby.
What the...??
I don't know about other babies, but the smells my baby produces are vomit, urine and poo (although the poo isn't too bad yet). Lady, I'm guessing what you actually like is the scent of Johnson & Johnson's baby powder.
Although I bath my baby almost every day, I'm afraid I usually forget to sprinkle him with powder. And as he vomits regularly, that is the scent you will smell. It isn't that pleasant, honest.
So no, I'd rather you didn't sniff my baby. I find it a little creepy and slightly embarrassing.
Let me put it this way: how would you feel if I saw a Rexona can sticking out of your bag, got very excited and asked to sniff your armpit? It's weird, huh? And say you'd forgotten to put your Rexona on this morning... embarrassing, huh?
So I'm sure you get the point ... please go buy your own powder to enjoy in the privacy of your home and back your nose away from my baby.
Randoms
Cooper has discovered his fingers recently. Every now and then he sucks them for comfort. It is so cute, but boy is he noisy!!
Riddle for you:
Q: When Mum says, "I'm sooo close to finishing this Sudoku puzzle, I'll be with you in one tic.", how do you get her to pay attention to you straight away?
A: Spew on her.
Riddle for you:
Q: When Mum says, "I'm sooo close to finishing this Sudoku puzzle, I'll be with you in one tic.", how do you get her to pay attention to you straight away?
A: Spew on her.
Thursday, 4 August 2011
How many fluids can you expel?
I picked up a sleepy Cooper to take to bed last night and felt wet all down my chest - lovely. Only the second time I've been drenched in spew, so not too bad, really. I changed my top, picked up the bub who was crying by now, and what do you know? He did it again! Ok, I give up (I give up qickly, I know!), I'm sleeping topless tonight.
I change his nappy, when I suddenly realise he wasn't done... poo pours out all over the change table! Ew! Clean him up, get a new cover for the change table. And while I'm at it, get another spew rag so I can put another layer under us while we do the bedtime feed ... just in case!
At 3:30 I'm awakened by a huge, juicy Fffbbblleeeeffftt. Oh no, quick, get him out of bed before he leaks and I end up having to change our sheets in middle of the night! On the way to the change table, he lets out another ffbblleefft... this probably should have been my clue that he wasn't finished, but keeping in mind that I was half asleep, can you guess what happened next?? Yep, I whip off his nappy and he shoots poo all over the change table again!!
I'm holding his legs up out of the mess, anxiously checking to see if his clothes are safe or if we need a mid-night change when I hear a SSSSsssss. Yep, free willy wee... all over himself AND the spare change of clothes I keep at the top of the change table!!!
BAHAHAHA! It was just the day before that I was thinking about how little laundry Cooper makes compared to what I was expecting. By this stage, I am totally seeing the funny side! Unfortunately, Cooper is not, and the wailing starts. He's hungry and wet all over, and mum is standing there just laughing! Now remember how I decided to sleep topless? The crying and the bit-later-than-normal night feed of course meant that breastmilk started dripping out to add to the already soggy mess!
We got cleaned up and barely made it through the feed. Cooper was still uptight, so I let him sleep on my chest.
So, we've had great quantities of vomit, poo, wee, tears and breastmilk. Surely there are no more fluids to expel, right? Wrong... he completed the mess by slobbering all over my collarbone (which he was sucking for comfort) and sneezing on me!
I think I need a shower!!!
I change his nappy, when I suddenly realise he wasn't done... poo pours out all over the change table! Ew! Clean him up, get a new cover for the change table. And while I'm at it, get another spew rag so I can put another layer under us while we do the bedtime feed ... just in case!
At 3:30 I'm awakened by a huge, juicy Fffbbblleeeeffftt. Oh no, quick, get him out of bed before he leaks and I end up having to change our sheets in middle of the night! On the way to the change table, he lets out another ffbblleefft... this probably should have been my clue that he wasn't finished, but keeping in mind that I was half asleep, can you guess what happened next?? Yep, I whip off his nappy and he shoots poo all over the change table again!!
I'm holding his legs up out of the mess, anxiously checking to see if his clothes are safe or if we need a mid-night change when I hear a SSSSsssss. Yep, free willy wee... all over himself AND the spare change of clothes I keep at the top of the change table!!!
BAHAHAHA! It was just the day before that I was thinking about how little laundry Cooper makes compared to what I was expecting. By this stage, I am totally seeing the funny side! Unfortunately, Cooper is not, and the wailing starts. He's hungry and wet all over, and mum is standing there just laughing! Now remember how I decided to sleep topless? The crying and the bit-later-than-normal night feed of course meant that breastmilk started dripping out to add to the already soggy mess!
We got cleaned up and barely made it through the feed. Cooper was still uptight, so I let him sleep on my chest.
So, we've had great quantities of vomit, poo, wee, tears and breastmilk. Surely there are no more fluids to expel, right? Wrong... he completed the mess by slobbering all over my collarbone (which he was sucking for comfort) and sneezing on me!
I think I need a shower!!!
Monday, 1 August 2011
My stupid body
So, when they say you shouldn't exercise for 6 wks after the birth, apparently they mean: don't exercise for 6 wks. Even if you feel great. Even if you really want to.
I started walking in wk 3. Just a short little walk. I felt great afterwards and wanted to do more. I tried to restrain myself and just creep it up slowly. But it wasn't long before I was doing quite long walks, even while still resting for at least a day between. I felt so good ... until mid-last week. Maybe I overdid it??
I slept funny while trying to cuddle Cooper during the night and put my neck and shoulder out. I've always had kinda loose ligaments or something and visited the chiro a bit. The next day (Thurs) my hip started hurting too, and I made an appt for Friday. He adjusted various things, fixed my neck, but I queried that my hip still didn't feel good. "Give it time to settle," he responded.
It just kept getting worse. Soon it hurt to walk. I started limping. Grrr. Went back to the chiro today. He adjusted more things, but it still didn't feel right. He said he'd done all he good, and it's the Relaxin hormone still in my body from the pregnancy. He said there was nothing I could really do.
I hobbled out, barely making it to the car, climbed in and cried. How could he not be able to fix it!? How long would it last!? What did he mean, there was nothing I could do!? Had I stuffed my body up? Even things like a trip to the supermarket were so hard, and I was a little nervous carrying Cooper around, 'cuz my hip was catching and my leg giving way at various moments... what if it got worse and I fell and dropped him??
This evening I went to my pregnancy/post natal pilates class and am happy to say that I've stopped my emotional stress out :) I was the only one at the class, so had the physio to myself for an hour, and for half the price of a chiro visit - nice!! She confirmed the chiro's opinion that I am 'structurally sound' and that my prob is to do with hormones, but she saw light at the end of the tunnel for me... she did a bit of work on my hip that loosened it up heaps and we did some very gentle exercises. Feeling a lot better and walking more smoothly now.
She wondered if my problems are related in part to my breast reconstruction work, where they used my latissimus dorsi muscle in my back to make my new boob. Things are all rearranged and pulled out of place. Stupid body. Stupid tumours. Stupid muscles. Stupid joints. Stupid body that doesn't let me do what I want. And to think that tomorrow is gonna be a gorgeous 17 degrees... and I can't go walking :( (Won't be vacuuming either, but I'm not too sad about that, lol!!)
Anyway, that's my big sook for today. I'll be over it and happy again tomorrow, I'm sure. My body really isn't too bad, especially when compared to the pain and grief some people suffer for their whole lives. See, I'm starting to feel better already :)
I started walking in wk 3. Just a short little walk. I felt great afterwards and wanted to do more. I tried to restrain myself and just creep it up slowly. But it wasn't long before I was doing quite long walks, even while still resting for at least a day between. I felt so good ... until mid-last week. Maybe I overdid it??
I slept funny while trying to cuddle Cooper during the night and put my neck and shoulder out. I've always had kinda loose ligaments or something and visited the chiro a bit. The next day (Thurs) my hip started hurting too, and I made an appt for Friday. He adjusted various things, fixed my neck, but I queried that my hip still didn't feel good. "Give it time to settle," he responded.
It just kept getting worse. Soon it hurt to walk. I started limping. Grrr. Went back to the chiro today. He adjusted more things, but it still didn't feel right. He said he'd done all he good, and it's the Relaxin hormone still in my body from the pregnancy. He said there was nothing I could really do.
I hobbled out, barely making it to the car, climbed in and cried. How could he not be able to fix it!? How long would it last!? What did he mean, there was nothing I could do!? Had I stuffed my body up? Even things like a trip to the supermarket were so hard, and I was a little nervous carrying Cooper around, 'cuz my hip was catching and my leg giving way at various moments... what if it got worse and I fell and dropped him??
This evening I went to my pregnancy/post natal pilates class and am happy to say that I've stopped my emotional stress out :) I was the only one at the class, so had the physio to myself for an hour, and for half the price of a chiro visit - nice!! She confirmed the chiro's opinion that I am 'structurally sound' and that my prob is to do with hormones, but she saw light at the end of the tunnel for me... she did a bit of work on my hip that loosened it up heaps and we did some very gentle exercises. Feeling a lot better and walking more smoothly now.
She wondered if my problems are related in part to my breast reconstruction work, where they used my latissimus dorsi muscle in my back to make my new boob. Things are all rearranged and pulled out of place. Stupid body. Stupid tumours. Stupid muscles. Stupid joints. Stupid body that doesn't let me do what I want. And to think that tomorrow is gonna be a gorgeous 17 degrees... and I can't go walking :( (Won't be vacuuming either, but I'm not too sad about that, lol!!)
Anyway, that's my big sook for today. I'll be over it and happy again tomorrow, I'm sure. My body really isn't too bad, especially when compared to the pain and grief some people suffer for their whole lives. See, I'm starting to feel better already :)
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