I’m a new mom to a baby girl named Luna. Originally, I was going to start this blog at the end of my pregnancy (rewind to my first entry is below). But, I was ummmm… too busy doing the opposite of nesting, which is odd because I am such a cozy freak. Let me explain.
September 2011— Research says women nest toward the end of their pregnancy. Not me. Maybe it’s because it’s hot as hell in my house, or because I suffer from FOMO. I’m driven by how many things I can check off my list to make me feel like a cool chick, belly and all. These days not being at home sounds more appealing than organizing closets and scrubbing floors. I know that once this baby comes, there will be almost zero opportunities to go to hear a band, indulge in an underground dinner party at a loft downtown, or meet peeps for a glass of vino on a whim. I almost feel like I have to store up NOW on cultural fat for the baby hibernation that is to come. Me + fun go together, afterall! The one nesty thing I have gotten into is decorating her room. Making her room cozy is a no-brainer. Duh. I have all these crazy ideas, most of which come to me in a half-sleep daze at 4am between a desperate pee and a dream (nightmare, really) about having a boy instead of a girl.
Don’t get me wrong – I look forward to life with baby… but I compare it to going on a trip. I can pump myself up for it, but there’s nothing like being on the tarmac to really believe it’s happening. Same with this baby girl – once I see her all I’ll want to do is snuggle. I don’t think I’m going to care about getting reservations at the newest restaurant or going to nerdy q&a film screenings. I wonder, will those urges truly go away or will the same girl wanna come out and play? I used to worry about “losing” myself, but I’m excited about becoming a new version of me. I understand that life will change – on what level I don’t know – but I’m open and waiting and curious.
My version of nesting might just happen post baby.
Me and my husband on my due date…Didn’t want to miss a local street festival even though I was ready to pop. If only that iced coffee was a cold beer.
That’s not a thumbs up. Not too long ago I wrote a post about my achy wrist. I was prepared to get x-rays at my doctor’s appointment, but instead the nurse practitioner asked me to describe my pain and then proceeded to have me hold it out like I was going to shake someone’s hand and then bent my wrist down. I squealed and she immediately diagnosed my ailment as “mommy thumb,” aka, thumb extensor tendinitis. She told me it’s all too common and is a result of handling the baby and overworking the wrist and thumb — like when you scoop up your nugget under their arms, that’s a strain on your precious thumb. Hmmm, wish I had known that this might happen because I wouldn’t have kept ignoring the pain. For some reason, even though I’m thirty-frickin’-seven, I think I am invincible. That I don’t have to worry about joint pain, back issues, and dislocating stuff (not talking about my sunglasses or keys). I would definitely advise new mamas to be hyper aware of how you sit when breastfeeding: don’t hunch over and use a firm pillow so that you’re sitting up as straight as possible, don’t hold your baby’s head so tightly to breastfeed (I would hold Luna’s newborn head up against my breast so firmly so she would keep her latch and I’m pretty sure that’s what started this whole mess), stretch all parts of your body whenever you can, and try not to use your wrists so dang much (haven’t got that one completely figured out yet, but forearms and elbows might be the new wrist). If you think you might have this condition and would rather spend the co-pay on a nice lunch, then read this article. It’s pretty much what the n.p. ordered. I’ve been following it loosely and it’s getting a teeny bit better. I also found this Mommy Thumb news clip to be somewhat helpful. They say it’ll take about 6 weeks to fully heal. Yay.
I’ve had some aches and pains from having a baby. Back pain, breast pain, C-section incision pain…nothing unique about any of that.
The one issue that I can’t shake is my wrist pain, something I had never heard new mamas complain about. I’ve always had feeble wrists (got them from my mom and grandma), but most of the time they get the job done. Two weeks after I gave birth, my left wrist started aching and I bought a brace for it. After a few weeks, the a pain subsided. A month or so after that, both my wrists started to hurt and make snapping sounds when I would do certain things. To be honest, I sort of ignored it because who else is going to lift my baby during the day and deal with the car seat?! Then one night I woke up in pain and knew I had pushed myself too far. Basically, my right wrist is in a brace/splint now because anytime I twist or bend it in just a specific way, I scream in pain. Something’s not right and I finally made a doctor’s appointment after painfully going through the motions in the land of denial. Some people think it might be carpal tunnel, but there is no numbness. Either way, I can’t wait to get this diagnosed, once and for all. Things I can’t do:
- Leave the house if I want to actually get out of the car and do something with my baby
- Remove the car seat
- Pull out the stroller
- Put the babes in the B’jorn in less than what seems like 10 minutes
- Open a bottle of wine in less than what seems like 10 minutes
- Put my hair up in a way that looks normal
- Squeegee my glass shower doors (not a big deal since I only shower every 2-3 days now that I have a babay)
- Twist a jar of peanut butter, jam, pickles, mustard, spaghetti sauce…you get the picture
- Get that super itchy itch on my back that my left hand can’t reach (I thank whoever invented the back scratcher)
- Pull up my underwear and sweatpants (I can only do that with one hand. Doesn’t sound like a big deal, but try it)
- Text or type with speed
- Wash my hair
Then I remember all the things I can do (primarily for my baby):
- Love her
- Feed her
- See her
- Sing to her
- Read to her
- Kiss her
- Hug her
- Change her diaper (barely)
- Sleep 5 hours straight at night
- Thank my sweet husband for being my right-hand-man when he gets home from work
Obviously, there are SO many reasons I should be thankful for what I am able to do. As super annoying as my wrist issue is, I am trying to make the best of it, knowing that this too shall pass. At least it’s not my left wrist, the hand that I write with. If anyone else is experiencing the same pain, stay tuned to my post diagnosis post. 🙂