The birth of a baby is life changing; the sort of event that will always teach us new things. But the birth of my second baby showed me something totally unexpected – it showed me how badly I missed out on ENJOYING the precious moments of the first week at home with me first baby.
The first week with baby (or the first month, even) is a special and unique time… and there’s truly no way to be fully prepared for it.
If you’ve come upon this post in a desperate search (painful urination postpartum perhaps?) well, I’m guessing it’s not all fun and games for you either.
I swore that when I was all recovered and back at blogging, I would write the helpful postpartum stuff I couldn’t find online anywhere while I was healing and googling.
Googling things like how to pee postpartum without crying (or feeling like you’d rather give birth all over again).
I think I was maybe 16 the first time I heard someone describe the “ring of fire” in childbirth. She …
Do not read this if you are easily disgusted, or if you are going to comment here and tell me how gross it is that I wrote about this stuff, or that I have no filter. Do not read this if you are a dude, unless you are married to a very pregnant lady and want to be supportive. But DO read this if you are pregnant, (maybe especially if you are pregnant for the first time).
I took a pretty relaxed approach to baby proofing the house. I’m in the camp that it’s better to teach …