Aren't I just picture happy all of a sudden? This was Leo yesterday. The more awake he is, the more he looks like Peter, I think. Here's one of Peter at the exact same age (15 days): No doubt they're related, huh? Leo's eyes aren't as wide and his hair looks browner, but otherwise, they're darn similar.
I had my first (well, since the ambulance -- which just sent us a $1200 bill) post-partum hormonal freakout last night. I've been feeling sore since Saturday and it got worse yesterday, and I was suddenly convinced I'd retorn and that I would have to start over with staying in bed and bathing and everything and that I wouldn't feel healed for weeks and weeks, like with Peter. Dan got me some Tylenol and called Jeanne--despite the fact that he'd just asked if he could go lie down, but instead I left him with both boys and laid down for a nap myself. Jeanne called back an hour later and determined that my wearing khakis had probably irritated the skin, and that I was too close to healed last Wednesday to have damaged the area again without doing something really noticeable. If it was torn again, I'd be seeing bright red blood and I'm not. She suggested going back to looser pants and airing out overnight and said she'd come by soon to check me and reassure me that I'm healing fine. Ah, the voice of reason saves the day. It's hard to not really be able to check and see what's happening--I can't really see any difference except from when I was really swollen. I don't know if people who get stitched up just don't deal with this or if everybody else who tears just sits on hard surfaces and takes ibuprofin to deal with discomfort or what. So tell me, people out there--how long did it take you to sit comfortably after what type of tear? And if you don't tear, do you just get to skip all this? Also, what little things caused your postpartum freakouts? I think I'm generally even-keeled, so when I have these occasional bursts of hormonal madness, I look at myself wondering what my problem is, but can't actually stop.