Today's his official due date, too. I keep looking at the size of his head and thanking him for coming two weeks early! 8lb6oz at 38 weeks is plenty big, thankyouverymuch.
You know, I STILL have yet to see the underwater pics. It was our first time doing them- both modeling and photographing- and neither of us knew the best way to go about it, I think. Anyway, it sounds like Red wasn't too pleased with how they turned out and honestly I was more keen on getting him to show me ALL 400 photos from the labor and birth than the 24 underwater shots we did in January. I'll ask about them eventually, but I had bigger fish to fry, you know?
My husband wants to view the birth video NOW. I'm really not ready to. At the very earliest I think I would be in another week or two, but you're right- it's still so fresh and raw. Powerful. I mean, it was a great birth! It was flawless. But even looking at the photographs of my face while he was crowning, or even just transition give me chills. They're so primal and otherworldly. Birth takes you to such a different place. I'm not sure, while my hormones are still fluctuating so wildly from one moment to the next, that it'd be wise to expose myself to the birth again so soon, despite it being healthy and healing in a million ways. How do I communicate that to DH though?
Honestly I get even hungrier when I'm breastfeeding. When I'm pregnant it's like yeah I'm hungry, but I could skip a meal and not notice. Probably because I'm so cramped for room, you know? But about three days after Baby's born (I guess about the time the birth high wears off?) the hunger sets in for good. It's like instinctive. I'm starving, and I'm protective of my plate. I got really upset today because my 2.5 year old kept trying to eat off my plate and I was sooooo hungry! I felt guilty for not wanting to share with her- I mean my body made her too, and I nursed her too-- but this food was mine. I've yelled at my husband for picking things off my plate. I get super growly about food while breastfeeding- and it doesn't really level out until after about 18 months of nursing, either.
Gosh, the milk fever was insane. I didn't even realize I wasn't feeling well at first. It was my first day being alone with the kids and I was kind of dozing on the couch with Elliott on my chest. We were next to the gas fireplace which was turned on. My husband came in and found us huddled under a wool blanket and the house was 78*. And I freaked when he went to turn the heat off! I was freezing to death and dripping sweat at the same time, so bizarre. I think my fever was like 101.8 at the highest that day.
You should totally see if your milk helps your eyes- last time we used to keep some of my milk in the fridge and swabbed it on everything. This time I kind of just spray us all down lol. That overactive letdown is good for something lol! It's funny how desensitized my husband is about my milk this time- he asks to have breastmilk put on the cracks and cuts in his hands and stuff, where last time I squirted him once just because I could and he was totally horrified.