***Look, I tried. And no matter how many times I started over (and it was a real struggle), this post came out sounding like bragging. So I’m owning it. I know that entering the world of parenthood is hard, and it’s not my intention to make light of that. I’m just sharing my own personal experience. And I’m extraordinarily grateful that it’s as good as it is. While I know I can’t fully appreciate how good I have it, I am completely aware that this is not generally the case.***

Based on my reading, I’ve been having a much easier time of it than average. Abhi is a good feeder and a relatively good sleeper. As a result, I’m reasonably well rested. I stopped bleeding around the third week and while I definitely don’t have my old body back, I don’t still look pregnant and probably don’t look like I had a baby a month ago.

Which is fitting. I don’t feel like I had a baby a month ago. It either feels much longer or much shorter. It’s still entirely surreal. I have an adorable blob that squeaks a lot and makes crazy faces both while sleeping and awake. It’s most preposterous that I was pregnant with him and gave birth to him not that long ago.

Breastfeeding is going well. As is pumping. I’m really loving my Medela hand pump; I find it works better/faster than the one we rented from the hospital. I have gotten into a rhythm such that there’s even a fair bit of milk in the freezer for special occasions! I’m pretty rubbish at working out. There’s no real routine or schedule possible with “the wee baby”.

We’ve gone on a few successful outings. Abhi’s done well in both the stroller and the sling.

The bottom line…

Pros:

• Nursing is going well
• Pumping is going well
• Abhi is (mostly) a delight

• I’m nowhere near my pre pregnancy weight
• My boobs look like preposterous balloons
• Don’t have anything near a consistent routine