Who will take care of me now?

Hey Wavy,

Today you are seven weeks old. It's only been seven Fridays since that cold morning in the hospital parking lot, where your daddy and I spent our last few Wavy-less moments. I can't even remember what we talked about, I just remember how surreal it was to know that within the next hour or so, I would be a mother of two. Oh, and I do remember dreading the bladder catheter. But that's a whole 'nother post.

That same relentless pull of time that dragged me through my pregnancy, slowly at first, then full-speed towards the end, is now pulling the both of us away from our cuddly-cute post-partum period and towards real life. You know... work. Hospital bills. Icky stuff. I wish we could spend a couple more years right here and right now.

I'm getting all sentimental because I went to my final, six-week post-partum checkup this week.

Which is what prompted my final holiday cookie push. In two days, I managed to finish off two more batches of cookies. Added in with the batch sitting in the freezer, I had three kinds of cookies with which to fashion some sort of cookie tray.

Pictured above: Mexican Wedding Cookies, Praline Biscotti, Butterscotch-Coconut-Choco Chewy Bars. On the right, packaged with the holiday card/birth announcement I created this year:



Dr. K has two offices, one up at the Lake, and another about five minutes down the road from us. I spent copious amounts of time at both, and wanted to say thank you somehow to both offices. I know, a basket of cookies in no way compensates for poor T coming into the deserted office on her day off to re-pack my incision, or for the 40 phone calls S made the day my AFP test results came back with a false-positive. Or for the million other sweet things the ladies in the office did for me while I was in their care. But -- I'm hoping a basket of cookies (or two) is nicer than a "see ya wouldn't wanna be ya" as the door hits me in the ass for the last time.

My final visit was good/bad. My incision is completely healed, my uterus is exactly where it should be, I've lost all the baby weight and then some. But my blood pressure remains out of control. It's actually higher than it's ever been, so I will have to make an appointment with my regular doctor and see what can be done.

I was somewhat surprised while I was sitting there in the office to find that women were there for prenatal check-ups ("R.O.B." or "repeat obstetric" visits, for us veterans in the know...), blood sugar tests, and assorted other stuff associated with being pregnant and under a doctor's care. I just kind of assumed that once you were born, women everywhere ceased being pregnant and giving birth.

Oh well. Life goes on.

Took you guys to the park this week, too, before it snowed. Here are some pics, before your brother's total and complete meltdown:



Love you, sleep tight.