Basically in the past few weeks I have become a mother, a cow, a pacifier, a pillow and of course, a lovie. Let me just say this...my boy is definitely my fiance's son. He LOVES to eat (a.k.a. boobs) and he is super nosey. If he can't look around, he gets pissed.
He's growing like a weed though. Whoever said: "they don't stay little for long" was so right. Even in three weeks, he looks completely different and I can tell he's going to grow up way too fast. Now if only he will sleep in his crib. One day it'll happen.
As far as me, I'm still healing. When they removed my staples from my incision, my wound opened up. For a week or so they were packing it (basically stuffing it with a medical "ribbon") but the doctor decided she wanted it closed...NOW. I now have a wound VAC and I cannot wait to get it removed. It's bulky, it gets in the way, and the alarms are LOUD. It's supposed to help close faster, but only time will tell.
Well the baby is starting to get fussy. I'm pretty sure he wants to eat again. :)
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
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