After a month of being confined to bed-rest and missing out on some great summer weather, I couldn't get outside fast enough after giving birth. It's always a little nerve wracking taking a very new and tiny baby anywhere, but for me exposing her to some fresh air is much more comfortable than lots of people or germs. I also have this magnetic pull with my babies (I felt the same bond with Little Smith) where I really can't relax or enjoy myself if they're out of my sight. I'm sure I'll loosen up over time, but for now I need to have this baby with me and I also need my fix of outdoor time. At a week and a half old, she has already joined us on several long walks and trips to the garden, and I'm more and more comfortable with each excursion.
Physically I am feeling very strong. I was lucky to deliver without any medication or fluids this time around and I've been really astonished by the difference in how fast my recovery has been. I am still lugging around thirty extra pounds and lots of puffiness (I can't yet wear my rings or any shoes besides flip-flops!), so I do feel out of rhythm with my body simply because it is different from my norm. I have no idea what to wear and definitely miss the comfort of the heavy sweater and leggings that was my postpartum uniform after Little Smith's winter arrival.
Body issues aside, the more I'm able to get out and put my toes in the grass, the more I feel like myself again. I'm so grateful that Little Smith has reached an age where he can march ahead of us on walks and leave my hands free to care for this tiny baby. It's a little chaotic getting out the door... but we're all so happy once we finally make it out.