I was just scrolling through the posts I've done since Jake was born. I had to smile. Has it really been that simple? Hawaii, angel baby, loving big sister, awesome husband, supportive family. Wow, my life is awesome! :) (please note the sarcasm, if you didn't catch it.)
Those that I'm close to know. They KNOW that every time they call me that my first response will be tears. :) I'm kinda surprised they keep calling. So, to keep things real and to be realistic about the past 6 wks, this is how I've really felt.
I TOTALLY debated back and forth about Hawaii. If I had a somewhat easy or normal delivery I don't think traveling across the ocean 5 wks postpardum would be such a big deal. But, that wasn't really the case for me. I had already had a couple of infections as well. But, I decided I would rather be relaxing in Hawaii with my hubby than in Phoenix alone. So, I packed up my orange donut and we went. I couldn't walk the next day because I hurt so bad from all the travel. I ran high fevers 2 days later from another infection. I was still bleeding and never was able to get into the water. But, I did proudly tote my orange donut down to the beach to sit on and watch while the others caught awesome waves. Oh and did I mention that I had diarrhea the entire trip? :) I know that's a lot of info, but I'm just keeping it real. So, let's just say it wasn't the "perfect" hawaii trip. Am I still glad I went? Sure. Would I have preferred to go a different time? Definitely. 1 month later would have made a world of difference.
Luckily, I had some great family that totally took Jake when I got sick. Like, took him all night on THEIR vacation. They got up every couple of hours so I could sleep. wow. They also made sure that I was able to eat each meal without an infant in my arms. There were constant offers to take him so that we could go to the beach, go for a walk or do whatever and have a break.
So all in all, the past 6 wks have been memorable. Memorable enough that Jared jokes that he doesn't think he'll ever have to remind me to take birth control again. (It used to be a nightly routine for him to remind me). So, yes I have lost weight fast. Faster than I did with Marley, but like I told my cousin's wife, "I would trade the 3 wks of diarrhea and 5 infections for the 10 extra pounds I lost any day!" :) Oh, and I'm still sick. Please tell me there is a light at the end and that there will be a day again in the near future when I'm not sick and when I'm not tired and when I don't feel totally alone? Ok, I'm being a little dramatic. I'm not totally alone. I do have a couple of friends. But seriously, times like these are when you REALLY wish you lived near family.