4 Things (for now)

1. Yesterday morning things came to a head in our household. It seemed that my stitches were MORE painful than they had been the day after delivery. I wasn't expecting that I'd be completely healed by day 5 but I WAS expecting that the pain would get less instead of more. Nope. It was excruciating. I couldn't sit, stand, walk or lie down without pain. The ONLY time it subsided for any amount of time was when I lay in the tub. Can't do that all day. It hurt so much to pee that I had held my pee back for about 24 hours. Not good. AND I was bleeding more every day. So we decided that it was time to get things checked out. First I called my doctor (more on that later) but eventually ended up needing to go see the ob that delivered Abby and check myself back into the hospital. Thankfully, it was only for a very short amount of time. The ob checked me out and gave me some bad news but mostly good news.

Bad news:
The type of episiotomy that I received just takes longer to heal from than some others.

Good news:
No infection.
Prescription pain killers.

And, I'm very happy to report that things are looking up today. For the first time since we got home I'm actually not scared of sitting. Still some pain but nowhere CLOSE to what I'd been experiencing.

2. Yesterday J-L spoke with his mother. During the conversation she told J-L not to be hurt when his father spoke about Abby as he's never heard the name Abigail before. Apparently, Abby's pépère has taken to referring to her as "Happy" instead of Abby. Hurt? Are you kidding me? I think it's ADORABLE. She can be her pépère's "Happy" anytime. Kind of reminds me of MY grandpa referring to me as "Cyndia". Similar reason too: English not being their first languages.

3. My first phone call (re: item 1) was to my doctor. Unfortunately, with it being a long weekend in Canada this weekend she was unable to fit me in. In fact, she was working through her lunch and everything. She felt horrible about it. She came on the phone herself (as opposed to her receptionist) and apologized to me. She told me to try to get into the ob or to head to emergency. I'll admit that I was disappointed as I'd rather have seen her than either of the other options. Oh well, c'est la vie. I did what needed to be done and it all worked out okay anyway. But, the reason I'm even typing this is that I was SO impressed when she called me at 6 pm last night to check up on me. Wow. Her staff had left for the day (that is, she had to look up my info herself etc.) and she just wanted to make sure that I was okay. Let me just say, I'm keeping her!

4. Yikes, you can TELL I'm okay with this chair. This post is one of the longest I've ever done. After posting the original photos of Abby my husband realized that shortly after birth Abby looked like a little Inuit baby who'd been left out in the cold too long. (No, that's not a racial slur at all.) Well, she's lost some of that redness and so I thought it time to post another photo.