My world is very small these days. I remind myself to enjoy it, because soon it will change. I haven’t had time to read the paper and I abhor watching the local news so I’m not up to date on current events.
Even in my dreams I’m looking for a place to nurse Max while running errands and dealing with insurance payments.
And watching Max dream while he sleeps, with his eyes going back and forth, smiles coming and going… What is HE possibly dreaming about? His world is even smaller than mine. Maybe he’s dreaming about all the ruckus he plans to cause around here once he’s crawling and walking. I’ve seen him casing the joint, figuring out all the things he can knock over, grab and put in his mouth.
For now, this small world is OK. It’s a mini vacation from the big crazy world. But oddly, there is one thing that’s seeped through. I don’t know the full story, but something about a lousy hot dog?
Max had his first audition at only 7 weeks old. And like any good actor in LA, he awoke only minutes before his appointment time.
Sunday was an ‘open house’ day here. With all the people who’ve been asking “when they could swing by and meet Max”, we decided to pick one day and invite everyone to come by. It’s much easier that way then trying to arrange several one on one visits. There’s a few stragglers out there that couldn’t make it, but we knocked out several birds with one stone.
Speaking of birds, my little bird feeder (truly it’s supposed to feed birds) served as the pita chip holder for the hummus, there was water and wine, and everyone had red velvet cake. And ate it too.
The star of the show got ready like a champ with a feeding, a filled diaper and a nap.
As of today, I’m officially free. WOO HOO!! Free from all the physical restrictions that were placed on me after the c-section six weeks ago. YES! Now I can go back to my skydiving, bungie jumping and daily 10k runs.
OK, I never did any of those things, but up until today, my Doctor wouldn’t allow me to even do “postpartum” yoga. I thought she was a little overboard on the restrictions, because this yoga is basically just stretching (how can that be bad?), but now I see why.
Up until now, I was still having pain in my abdomen (and wrist) just from picking up or holding Max. Dang, those ab muscles are in use when you least expect it. And having Max lean on my abdomen, even slightly, while breastfeeding was painful. Each day it got a little less, but it really SUCKS when picking up and holding your baby hurts.
Now I can prop him up on my Boppy pillow and let him lean on me all day long while I gaze into his eyes and see how many smiles I can get out of him.
After my 10k, of course.
