I had my 5-week post op check up early this week. I'm cleared to return to life. As my doctor was checking my incision, she noticed my ab (that lovely ponch of a belly) and said that was my next battle. Being that I was "thin before my pregnancy" (her words folks) and that I just had my second baby, me and my ab would have to go toe to toe to make the ab turn back into what it's formally known as abs. Plural...with lines and definition. ha! So then I go into the excuse of well, it's my uterus right? It's still shrinking right? Wrong! The uterus is also back to it's old self again. Excellent. Oh and then I explained that I may have diastasis and that we have a friend who also had it but seems to be managing it with physical therapy. My doc again said because I had it the first time and now with the second baby, it's gotten worse. And she doesn't know of an exercise that will make it go away, just may help a wee bit. The only way it can go away is with plastic surgery. And another friend who had her second baby the week after I had Emma had her doctor say the same thing. Awesome. I never thought I would be a candidate for plastic surgery. I always thought natural was beautiful and still do....I think. But man ol' man, after all is said and done, getting some work done to help the abs, extra wobbly bits around the sides and tatas may not be a bad thing after all. We shall see what the body looks like after getting on the exercise bandwagon and after breastfeeding. What is sad is I took a long walk the other morning with Emma and I was sore the next day. Sore in all the right places but sore. It's hard starting all over again.
Kirk is doing well and preparing for his escape next week. He will be traveling to Calgary on company business and I think come Tuesday morning, he will feel like he has been freed from a life sentence in prison. Flying alone, able to read whatever you want on the plane uninterrupted, sleeping in a peaceful posh hotel, eating good food, having yummy drink, etc. I told him he better enjoy every last minute of it even those long boring meetings.
Sarah is doing great at school. She moves into the next room in June which will be nice. She is also doing well at home being a good big sister. But she is also doing well at being 3 and competing for attention. She is become an expert at challenging us when it comes to listening skills and being sassy. I joke that the patience fairy manages to pass us by on a daily basis because by 8pm, I'm plum out of it. I've found that I have to breathe, look the other way or just walk away sometimes so I don't go nutso crazy. But we love her a bunch and she continues to make us laugh on a daily basis.
Emma is doing great and changing a bunch. She has more alert periods and is starting to make eye contact. It may be wishful thinking but I'm also convinced I got a smile from her the other day. She is very calm during baths which is great and enjoys her baby massages after the bath when we do the lotion rub down. She is still nursing and sleeping well. Plus she continues to chunk up. The rolls on her legs and arms are beefing up which is the cutest. She is starting to get over the swaddle. I can swaddle her before laying her down but she manages to get those little arms out before she wakes up. She has also found her hand so in time she will soon have that thumb in her mouth I'm sure.
I took these pictures this morning of the girls. Sarah is showing off her new dress before school and Emma is sacked out in the papasan.
