The Plan Came Together

Today was a surprisingly good day where all kinds of small schemes came together very, very nicely.

The first was that Anders and I remembered our anniversary all by ourselves - the first time in four years. We thankfully had several people remind us of the day just the same.

After two weeks of encouraging Theo (his name is officially Theo now) to eat every 2 to 3 hours instead of every 1 to 2 hours, we hit a comfortable rhythm for the first time. Without too much fuss, I was able to change his diaper, and have him eat and sleep within a reasonable time. If this continues, I just might survive next week when Anders goes back to work.

Lastly, I was totally surprised that I managed to squeeze my postpartum ass into a pair of pre-pregnancy jeans. I read over and over again that a new mom must be patient with her body after delivery. It was best summed up as "9 months up, 9 months down". I took the advice to heart and I have been relaxing and not stressing about the new, odd shape of my body. What I didn't count on was how fast little Theo would be sucking the life out of me while breastfeeding. Most pre-pregnancy clothes still do not fit me on account of the newly acquired canteens on my chest, but the jeans were a pleasant surprise.

While riding high on all of these small achievements, Anders and I decided to go to Ikea with Theo in tow. The chaos of it all shattered his two week old nerves and the poor thing first sobbed, then retreated into shell-shocked silence after we got to the check out line. With our nerves equally shot, we left the store with not much more than a guilty conscious. Uff! I don't think we're gonna repeat than experiment again for a while.