1) Was a little shell shocked my first day home from the hospital ( as I am with all my new babies) I had a hard time processing the chaos our arrival brought and wanted to go back to the hospital where it was just me and her and no responsibility. I was finally glad to be home at around 10 pm that night when I slipped my sore and tired body underneath the covers of my super comfy bed.
2) The first few days I hid in the bathroom many times and cried. I cried because I loved everyone so much, I cried because I was scared my post pardum would come back, I cried because I felt bad Abigail was no longer the baby and I cried simply because I could.... ( can you say hormonal??)
3) After about 1 week I was still super sore. It hurt getting up from a sitting position, walking around and just being still. My uterus felt like it was beat up by a sumo wrestler and I feared it would just fall out. ( Hey, Im still working on my fears ok?? Stop judging) It hurt more then than it did right after delivery.
4) The first week home was rough. Every time I came into the room holding Sweet P. I was instantly surrounded by a sea of hands wanting to touch, hold, be right up in her face and kiss her. My instinctive mama bear protectiveness came out and found it hard to allow my other children to touch and crowd her. It was a struggle for days. Prayerfully I found a balance.
Im still taking things slow... or at least trying to with 6 kids. Im allowing for plenty of wiggle room and holding off on any commitments that might not give me the freedom I need right now. So, even though I may seem to handle 6 kids with ease, it took me a bit to get there... trial, error, tears, emotions and all the other normal things every other woman goes thru when they have a baby.
But its worth everything. Nothing compares to laying on the couch and smelling her sweet heavenly scent.