I am in week 3 of my maternity leave now. Turns out, Nova is a bit fussier than Rowan was. And she definitely barfs more. In a week or two, I will probably start pumping and venture out more, but right now with the fussiness and the barfing, I haven’t felt up to it. She doesn’t fit into her newborn clothes though anymore, so she’s eating well despite it. And she is not fussy at night, score!
I have been sleeping on the living room couch with the pack n play next to me, though she does not spend much of the night in it. I fall asleep easily, which is why half the time I wake up with a baby on my naked breast, and realize, “oh, yeah, I was feeding her.” My parents are visiting next week though, which means 1) I won’t be sleeping in the living room, they will be and 2) I’ll probably have to cover up some.
It’s weird to think that this is my last maternity leave, my last baby. Not a bad thing, it’s just that in my case I know it’s final. I have even taken out my drawing supplies and sketched the baby, which I always meant to do with Rowan but never did. Once you draw a person, you know them in a different way. I’ve always hated cutesy pictures of babies, but here I am doing it anyway. It’s a strange kind of limbo, maternity leave.