Monday evening, Dan, Peter, Leo, and I all went over to Jeanne's for our last visit with her and Pam (the apprentice). All six of us hadn't been together since his birth, which made it seem like a bigger deal. Leo stayed curled up in the sling asleep until we dragged him out, stripped him, and put him in the fish scale one last time (12 lbs 4 oz -- I won the bet between Dan and I because he was under 12 lbs 12 oz). Peter was 12 lbs 8 oz at six weeks, so they seem to be following pretty similar growth curves. He's 24" long (or so they say--I have very little faith in the stretch-him-and-call-it-24 approach) with a 15.5" head and 15" chest. They declared Leo to be perfectly healthy and very cute, then moved on to me.
(Random cute shots from Sunday at the IL's. The fuzzy image of Peter gives a better idea of what he's like than if it was clear. Poor Leo won't be able to stick his tongue out like that, my tongue-tied kid.)
TMI Alert -- Unless you've birthed your own children and enjoy hearing about the funkiness that can cause, you'll want to move along your blogroll now.
They asked how things felt these days and I mentioned how wearing jeans once last week made me uncomfortable for two days, but that my perineum seemed fine. They took a look and declared that there's a slight "angry" spot near the tear but the tear is completely healed. But elsewhere, it looks like a layer of skin is rubbed off, which is exactly how it felt. I realize I heal slowly and have sensitive skin, but come on, isn't this ridiculous? They asked if I'm still bleeding--no, but I feel like I'm still leaking something. That happened with Peter too, so it wasn't surprising. They decided that it's probably a low-grade yeast infection that is manifesting itself in extra-sensitive skin and some not-the-usual-color discharge. I've been instructed to bathe in apple cider vinegar once a day, cut as much sugar, fruit, white flour, and fats from my diet, take probiotics, and possibly use plain yogurt internally. Does that sound really annoying to anyone else? Looking back, I probably had some version of this back into the early second trimester, so it's not new--I just hoped that expelling the baby would give my immune system a chance to fix the rest of me. Phooey. I live off of carbs. What the heck am I supposed to eat for breakfast if not cereal or sandwiches? Do I need to start cooking eggs all the time? I feel like I'm on some crazed postpartum South Beach diet or something. Of course, our final co-worker meal included a plate of rice krispy bars and I felt guilty for every bite I took while Dan downed them whole. If anyone has low-carb recipes to recommend, I'd love to hear them--especially breakfast and lunch ideas. Is oatmeal a bad idea? I refuse to cut out sugar entirely, but I managed to munch some carrot sticks instead of dishing up ice cream tonight, which involved a lot of self-control. It won't hurt me to up the vegetables and protein around here, but there's something cruel about doing so postpartum.
I also found out that those stomach muscles--the ones that can separate when a baby is pushing them out a foot for months--still have a finger's width separation. That's less than it was while pregnant, but I want to make sure I strengthen the muscle and don't make the separation worse. Anyone have exercise ideas to help that along?
I don't think I've mentioned this yet--I found out when Jeanne gave me my prenatal and birth records a couple weeks ago that she had to break my water as I birthed Leo's head. I thought it broke on its own this time, but I guess not. So both boys were born in the caul. Leo's made a much more impressive splash though, since I was up on my knees this time. Maybe it's better that I was facing the other way and couldn't see it.
This was still a better visit than six weeks after Peter's birth when I found out that I'd retorn and needed to resume the three-bath-a-day routine. Maybe my body is just trying to find ways to keep seeing the midwives. Argh.