This update, along with the baby, was/is overdue!
Our little Chicklette #2 -- let's call her Little G -- was born at 41 weeks on April 22nd. As with her older sister, I was induced and had a blissfully drama-free vaginal birth. One great epidural, roughly 6 hours of labor, and 8 pushes and she was out. She was 7 lbs. 10 oz., which shocked me -- I guess a 39-pound toddler will skew your view of babies.
So, 5 weeks in and we're doing great. The 2 weeks post-birth were pretty grisly -- including but not limited to a pair of cracked and bleeding nipples, and numerous rounds of resulting blood-laced spit-up -- but we are thankfully past that. In fact, breastfeeding has been a breeze since she was about 2 weeks old. I won't lie and say I love it, but Little G is gaining weight, latching great, and I'm even building up a modest stash of frozen milk. So I guess it doesn't have to suck the second time just because it did the first.
I thought I would have mixed feelings about being done with the whole pregnancy and childbearing thing (I was feeling very weepy towards the end of my pregnancy about this) -- but I am unequivocally thrilled and relieved. No more IVF. No more nervewracking ultrasounds/amnios/bouts of random spotting/etc. I feel very lucky. I know I'm lucky. And am so grateful.
This may be my last post -- I am obviously horrible at keeping this blog updated, and feel pretty confident that there is not anything especially interesting or valuable that I have to add to the interwebs on the subject of parenting. So, just in case....thank you to everyone out there who might still be reading for all of the support over the years, and thank you to the amazing women whose blogs I still avidly follow and read -- you've been and continue to be inspiring, enlightening, amusing....and a very special part of my journey towards becoming a mom.