Little Kite Girl

So I’m starting to feel a little better, but not quite whole yet.  However, whenever I start to “feel a little better” I always do the same thing: too much.  In my head I have lists of things I want to do, Camper’s baby book, a journal with his birth/hospital experience, go through my clothes and get them sorted out, the regular cleaning, shopping, cooking…Lucky I still have MY Mom around to help for now, but I can feel the desire to get a move on coming on.  I think I really need to exert some effort into chillin’ for a bit, making sure I rest during the day because I have a newborn who has the feeding/awake time schedule of a hamster.  The more rested I am the better I will heal, the better my milk comes in, and the more I’ll actually get done.  Let’s see if I can convince myself of that, eh?

John, by the way, is an amazing help.  He always rescues me just when I need it.  I’ve taken to sleeping in the baby’s room because a) he sleeps better in his actual crib and b) we want him to be able to sleep in his own room on his own sooner than later.  This feat seems like it’ll be easier if it’s a matter of me moving out rather than him, so I haven’t been able to sleep in the same room with my husband for awhile now.  We start out the night together, but I end up quickly (as in, half an hour) following Camper’s hungry cry into the other room.  It makes me miss him.  John…not Camper.  And it’s amazing that sometimes I just want to be cuddled and there’s someone in my spot.  It’s a lot of adjustment realising that I’m not the only one for John to take care of anymore, we both have a little man who needs more than the both of us combined.  All the same, all these feelings taken into account, it’s pretty amazing to see how loving and happy John is when he’s spending time with his son.

Camper’s a callin’…more later.