I know it's been pretty quiet over here, but this whole new mother thing...not an easy gig. I'm happy to be done with my mandatory 2 weeks of rest, of which I spent getting to know my sweet baby and being waited on by my mom and step-dad at their house-turned-recovery-hotel. But, instead of coming home to a nice, clean condo, Gui and I had the brilliant idea to move out and into our new, more kid-friendly place with a two-week old newborn in tow. She's been a champ, but moving while being restricted from lifting more than 10 pounds has been the total pits for me. And, forget about routines - with all the chaos of unpacking and searching for this or that, it's been next to impossible to get into a regular schedule with our new baby. Thankfully, my family and friends came to the rescue and put a huge dent in our unpacking and furniture-building chores. We're finally making some progress with getting things settled in, and if we keep up the pace, we could get some sort of a routine established in a couple more weeks.
Meanwhile, I'm still trying to regain my strength from the surgery without over-doing it. It's hard. Especially when we have so much going on all at once. I'm just looking forward to the day when I have my body back and can do all the things I looked forward to doing with my baby while I was still pregnant and daydreaming.
This has definitely been the most challenging month I've ever had, but it's also been the most rewarding. Nothing beats seeing our little creation smile back at me with her toothless grin and big blue eyes. I love her and I'm so glad she's mine.