Like Nothing Ever Happened

I had my six-week postpartum check today (ugh, where did that time go?) and, according to Dr. Fab, "It looks like nothing ever happened" down below. I suppose that's a good thing, although the six-week old napping next to me would probably disagree with that assessment.

It was nice to see Dr. Fab and all of the nurses who I came to know pretty well during the last few months of my pregnancy--it was kind of like a family reunion, complete with hugs and lots and lots of gushing over Harrison. And, it was great to sit down and have a frank chat with Dr. Fab about the mastitis and my milk supply...she put things into perspective to me, once again showing me that she truly is fabulous. She reminded me that I did a great job getting Harrison through those tough first few weeks and that my reward for that is a healthy baby. She told me that I should try to get my milk supply back up if I want to, but if it doesn't work, then it doesn't work and I have nothing to feel bad about. I will try for a bit longer, and I can honestly say that if things don't work out, that at least I tried and I gave Harrison the best possible start that I could.

So, I am fully recovered from the trauma of pregnancy, labor, and delivery, and I've been given the green light to resume life as usual. Once I get caught up on my sleep, I will get right on that.