January 27, 2005
2 wk Post-partum check up
Since I was still under the no-driving restriction, Dale had to take me to my appointment, and that meant we had to take Olivia as well. While we were in the waiting room, one of the nurses came out and asked to see her. (We had her in her carseat with a blanket over it.) Once again, the nurse cooed over how cute she is. (Who wouldn't?)
After I was called back, the nurse took my vitals, asked how I was doing, and told me Dr. Storey would just be checking my incision. Vitals were good. And to my surprise, my weight was down. I hadn't noticed any loss since the delivery, but according to the scale, I've lost about 25lbs, and that puts me at 10 lbs less than my pre-pregnancy weight! I still have quite a bit more that I want to lose, but that's a pretty good start.
Dr. Storey pulled all the steri-strips off my incision and said it looked good. I told her (as I'd told the nurse) about how certain movements and sneezing cause a really sharp pain on the far left edge of my incision, almost like something's tearing. Dr. Storey said that's probably my uterus contracting back to normal.
Since I stopped taking the Vicodin (just the occasional Motrin now), I'm ok to drive, but I'm supposed to wait until after my 6 wk check up before I try any exercise more strenuous than walking. I'm fine with that for now. Even moving about the house doing chores like laundry or dishes can result in an achy back and abdomen.
After the appointment, we stopped by a women's specialty shop. Dale waited in the car with Olivia while I got a fitting and tried on some nursing bras. To my surprise, the recommended size wasn't that far off from the bra I was wearing. I bought one and I plan to order a couple of others in different styles through the lactation consultant I've worked with.
Oh, one last thing. As we were heading up to my doctor's office, the elevator stopped on the third floor and a young man exited. During that, I saw another youngish man standing in the elevator lobby talking on a cell phone and wearing scrubs that said, "It's a girl!" I actually had to fight not to cry because it reminded me of Dale and the day of Olivia's birth, and how happy I was and how amazing that day was.