Mesh Underwear

I love my mesh underwear. T.M.I., I know.

I'm not sure if every pregnant lady gets super-stretchy mesh underwear when they are at the hospital or if it's just us lucky c-ladies. I'm still wearing them two weeks after "labor" day. COME ON DUDES, not the same pair EVERY day. That's just gross. I've got about five pairs. Jeez.

Anyways, all my regular cotton underwear is bikini. The problem with that is that they fall exactly where my c-scar is. Not particularly comfortable. The mesh undies go all the way up to my belly button and the best part is that they stretch from here to Timbuktu. Super comfi. Not so super sexy. Oh well. So, I still wear them. I probably will until my c-scar heals completely.

My feet have finally returned to normal size. I have made my transformation from ogre back to human. I have ankles. Boy, they sure are skinny. I don't remember them being that skinny. I can also wear my sneakers and actually TIE the laces! Wow.

Going back to the c-scar. I slept on my side for the first time the other night. I must say it was awesome. It really is creepy to have a gash like that on your body. You know in your head that they sliced you open right there. They pulled the garsh-darn baby out of that hole. Your insides were all pushed around. If it was to open.....ugh. Eww. I don't want to venture any further with this one. It's pretty ugly and as huzbend likes to call it "Frankenstein-ish". I hope that it heals nicely. Well, as nicely as it can. I can call it my "Mommy Battle Scar" or I can tell people dramatic tales of life on the high seas as a fearless pirate whose career was ended by a scallywags quick blade. Which is cooler? Hmmmmm.

Today was Katies first doctors appointment. Why oh why do they have to do ANOTHER PKU test? They did one before we left the hospital to bring her home. For those of you who don't know what a PKU test is. Neither do I. The only thing I DO know is that it is the most horrible test ever. They prick the heal of your baby with a razor and then squeeze enough blood out of the gash to fill up five or six dime sized circles on some testing paper. The baby screams the entire time. The worst part was that I had to hold her while they did this. The whole thing takes about 5 minutes, but it feels like an eternity. You have to wonder if something like that could traumatize her for life. That is how horrible she screamed. Sigh. At least that is over.

She is back up to her birth weight of 7.0lbs. She is about 19 and 3/4 inches tall. All pretty standard according to her doc. Everything else is normal or (as we have all heard before on this blog) "just a little below normal". Her next appointment will be in two months when they begin the vaccines. She'll get, like, five injections her next appointment. That might be as much fun as the whole PKU thing. Yippee.

It's only been two weeks and we can already see she is changing. Her face is getting rounder and she is looking more and more like a little person. She has more facial expressions and makes more sounds. Her cries actually have different octaves depending on how stressed she is. She also has increased her output of poopy and pee-pee diapers, much to the delight of her overtired parents.

The breastfeeding thing is still going just as rockily as before. We've just been trying to get the milk in her any way we can. Her latest thing is to throw a bender when my milk doesn't "let-down" fast enough for her. She has such great expectations of these boobs of mine. I don't know if they are up to the challenge.

Who knew I would be discussing mesh underwear and the state of my boobs for all to read. Such is life with a newborn.