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7 Weeks Postpartum | Motherhood Shyt

We welcomed our precious son E. Kye into the world on 7.29.2016 weighing in at a whopping 7 lbs. 9 oz. after 23 hrs of labor and a c-section. I wish I could say it was a piece of cake, but that would be a bold face lie. This guy was so worth it though...


LOVE is all that can describe the way that I feel. The gift of life is so amazing and rewarding. Of course it's only right that my child came out with more attitude and personality than a little bit... I call it "mommy's karma". That's right --- he has a temper just like his mama, SMH. If anyone has any suggestions for helping deal with a colicky infant, please leave them down in the comments section. PLEASE!

It's so amazing seeing how much he has grown and changed in 7 short weeks. I still look at him in awe that God saw fit to bless my husband and I with this huge blessing. Children are a blessing. I'm convinced this is my one and only because there is no way I ever want to give birth or go through being pregnant again. Seriously. I think all women who have had more than one child... rocks! I'm just not that woman. Adopting is a option I'd consider if my husband would like more; however, I have no desire of birthing any more babies. I am truly one and done.

The c-section was the first major surgery I've ever had to have performed. I've also never had to be an inpatient in a hospital until I gave birth. As someone who is a needle phobic and don't like hospitals in general, it was definitely an "experience". The majority of my nurses were AWESOME and gentle --- but of course there is always that one or two that make you want to punch them in their damn throat and tell them to find a new profession. They all can't be perfect.

Motherhood Shyt / MILF (maybe?) 

Now that I'm on the up-side of my recovery and beginning to feel like myself... I think it's time for me to find my "sexy". I know she's hiding in me somewhere, but that bytch went missing in action. I look in the mirror at my new stretch marks and extra skin on my stomach shaking my head. Where is that sexy vixen I used to be? 
I feel like a damn milk machine who would give anything steady sleep. Who knew that some babies only want the breasts!? My kid is a serious boobie boy. Although he will take a bottle during the daytime, it's not his first choice and even though it contains breastmilk, he prefers to be attached to my boob 90% of the time he's awake. This can't be life! Someone please pray for my nipples! They will never look or be the same by the time my son is done with them.

I've decided to start tracking my progress back to my pre-pregnancy weight to keep me accountable to myself. Wish me luck! 

Until next time.


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