PJ is 7 weeks old as of yesterday–I can hardly believe it! Of course, between the pain meds and the sleep deprivation I don’t really remember the first 3. It has been an emotional roller coaster. Not just having a new baby, but the unexpected challenges of a C-Section and painful recovery, low milk supply (we made it 2 days short of 4 weeks), and a dog that took over a month to really “adopt” her into the pack. I’m still fighting feelings of inadequacy because I REALLY wanted to breastfeed! I really wanted a natural childbirth, too, but I got over that quickly when I realized the doc saved both me and PJ from going into labor only to find out we needed one anyway. The inability to breastfeed is tougher to get over, even though I know it’s not my fault and one of the effects of infertility and hormones being all wacky. It’s definitely a grieving process.
PJ’s thriving despite the formula and has developed a schedule you could set a clock by. She goes to bed by 9 without a problem, sleeps well in her crib and only gets up twice a night, she’s not fussy or demanding, just cries when she’s hungry and overtired. She loves being out and about and watches everything. I’m so thankful for a mellow-tempered baby. She loves everyone at church and lets anyone hold her, which my church family loves. At least once a week Grandma comes over to hold her and give me a break, and even Izzi’s crazy barking doesn’t bother her. Overall, motherhood is a pretty wonderful blessing!!