First true sickness was Wednesday. Like, I mean, where I was down for the count, only getting up to nurse. If I could've, I would have stayed in bed all day and just lay there. I had the chills, the sweats, dizzy spells, and my legs had absolutely no strength in them. My head just ached.
And I couldn't enjoy the boyz. So husband did. By some sort of miracle, we had planned for him to take the day off on Wednesday so we could spend time together as a family but I ruined it all by getting ill. It was obviously a blessing in disguise because without him, I am not too sure what our fam/jam would have done.
I was out of it! Completely out.
Two days later and I'm feeling alive again. No headache but still hurts to swallow and legs are still a bit weak, with hints of dizziness now and again.
Husband and mother think it's cuz I'm not eating right but I happen to think I'm all right. Mother also believes I've lost too much weight but in all honesty, I haven't. I have a BMI of 23.99, which is in the high range of normal (highest being 24.9!) and I was tres overweight when I got pregnant. Truthfully, I am down about 25lbs from pre-pregnancy weight, which is good because THAT'S how overweight I was. This should be normal for me, and on the higher end of normal. Very nervous as to what's going to happen when I stop nursing and start exercising. I'm scared that all the weight is going to climb back on.
But I digress.
An update about the boyz:
1. Sleep is a funny thing. LBM doesn't enjoy alone time at night. It's been a challenge. LM does not like to fall asleep but is okay for the rest of the night.
2. Solids are good for LM but not-so-much for LBM. He likes to throw his head back in defiance -- if I don't understand the first time he whiplashes himself, he makes sure I do by repeatedly whiplashing himself until I focus on his brother. Nice.
3. Naps are ridonculous! They're so different between the two boys. LM loves to nap, LBM could care less. Hal-muh-nee and Dad can rock LBM to sleep like no other. They are great. Me however, I'm useless. Utterly. He won't settle with me. I don't get it. Could it be the breast shells that I am still using? It's kinda hard to snuggle and cuddle against your mother's breast when they're as hard as nails... wha?????
4. I'm obsessed with sleep.
The end.
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