It's amazing what a little sleep can do for your mood. Sam blessed me with several hours of sleep last night. Broken up into 60 minute or less chunks throughout the night, but enough power to give me dreams and rest my brain. You know you are feeling better when you start cleaning the house. A toy here, some laundry there, nothing much but it represents a lot. Now if I can get over engorgement, I'll be in fairly awesome shape considering I gave birth a few days ago.
Extra snuggling all in bed this morning.
Sam had his follow-up appointment at the pediatrician. "I can't find anything wrong with him," she summed up. He's a healthy, chunky baby. Maybe a little yellow, but otherwise in tip top shape.
(Yup, this boy is rocking the hand-me-downs. Here's Jack in this outfit when he was almost 1 month old.)
Feeling bold, I had Ben drive us all to lunch next. Our first outing with Sam was fittingly to Chick-Fil-A. I don't get many pregnancy cravings. But with Sam I wanted to eat at Chick-Fil-A a couple times a week. We didn't go quite that often, but I definitely put a lot of fried chicken sandwiches into making that kid.
The rest of the day was spent in a normal cycle of eating, pooping, and sleeping. Ben mustered through our mountains of laundry. Side note, the storms made all our water taste and smell muddy. We called the water company and they say everything is safe to use. It made laundry a bit swampy, showers smell like camping in the woods, and Ben is sticking to prepackaged beverages. A weird result from all the rain this week.
By the way, Sam was given the middle name Storm for the rains that started Monday and didn't let up until we were discharged on Sunday. We had another middle name in mind, but it wasn't clicking completely for me. While laboring Friday morning I suggested Storm and Ben loved it. Kind of superhero sounding, and meaningful to his week. I kind of miss the other name we were going to give him, but Storm is so great I wouldn't go back.