3 weeks

Yesterday, for the first time since my precious daughter was born, I felt human.

Not that I had been feeling at all bad. In fact, quite the opposite is true. I've been completely blissed out. Blissed out and freakin' tired. So tired that other humans...the ones apart from the Hubs and wee Ruby, just didn't make sense.
And by that I mean: I was not able to make any sense out of normal human conversation or interaction. I was unable to formulate any sort of sentences of my own or follow any sort of plot line. I've had the attention span of a gnat.

For example: Since the day I went into labour, a juicy little copy of "Life and Style" magazine lay unopened on my coffee table.

Until yesterday.

Yesterday I socialized, napped, ran errands and read literature that was completely non baby related. Today has been fairly normal too.
Could it be that I am adjusting to motherhood?

Weird.

Ruby is 3 weeks old. But really, it seems like one long day/night since she arrived in our life. I can't imagine life without her.

She is so freakin' cute. She loves The Boobie and is a nursing champion. Not surprising seeing as her dad and I are both real foodies. In fact , apart from having not mastered the art of graceful public breast feeding, the two of us seem to have developed an awesome system. She is thriving and so far my nipples have been up for the challenge. We are both very lucky.

She also loves going for drives and walks in her Bob stroller. She loves it when Nicholas plays the guitar. She usually loves her Ergo Baby and the vibrating Fisher Price Chair that our friend Christina lent us.She likes pooping. She likes sleeping but sometimes has a hard time figuring out how to make that happen. We are trying to help her in that department.

So far she is not to keen on baths, slings or getting changed. She does not like having a wet diaper, which is good because she lets us know right away when she needs to be changed. Oh, and for those of you who were asking: she wears kushies cloth diapers from the Cinderella Diaper Service.

So far the cloth diapers are great. They do leak a bit , especially when she has a big blow out of curried oatmeal poop soup, but I think they're going to be okay. It seems that since she has gained a bit of weight, they are leaking less.

As far as my postpartum physique is concerned...
Whoa... Or: Dude, where's my body? I'm not even going to get into it right now because it wouldn't be right. But when the time is right you'll be hearing all about it. The up side is that I have cleavage for the first time in my life.

My midwife hasn't given me clearance for restarting my exercise routines yet and cutting down on the eating is most certainly not an option for the nursing (read: ravenous) mother. Needless to say, I won't be wearing a bikini this summer ...

I guess I am destined to wear my stretchy black yoga pants for a little while longer.

Even for me and my silly ego...
It's worth it.


All in all, we have been blessed.
And I do believe that Ruby is a good baby. Everyone asks me if she's good and I always say, "I think so".

Of course, I have no point of reference.
Either way, she's ours and we love her.

Our Precious.
Our Ruby.