If anyone had told me that I'd be cheering and running around the house joyfully calling for my partner to tell her the good news that our son FINALLY pooped after three days of holding out and being uncomfortable I'd never have believed them. Seems so small and silly but I can assure you that it is not when you are in the thick of it. Monito grunted and strained and squealed for 20 minutes while he worked on this little project. Finally, he successfully won the battle. The pediatrician said that it takes coordination to know when to both tense his abdominal muscles and relax his butt. Wouldn't you think that with all the evolutionary developments we would have started being born knowing how to poop? Oy.
This morning found Homestead Mama and I scrambling madly trying to get out of the house in time to meet up - for the first time in 7 months - with the mother's group I've been wanting to join up with. There was a hike in a nature preservve for the regulars as well as the full-time workers & partners/husbands. We careened into the parking lot 6 minutes late, and were pleased to not be the last to arrive. About 9 of us (including babies) hiked a gentle path for about an hour while we compared notes on our kids and chatted. It was really lovely. By the end, all but one of the babes were lolling their sleeping heads in their respective backpack carriers. Monito slept through the whole thing with a couple of quick nursing pauses along the way. We then went out for Mexican lunch afterwards with one of the couples. Upon arriving home, I strated wondering aloud if hiking was the wiseest move only 4 weeks after a c-section. I spent the rest of the day relaxing & dosing on ibu.profen just in case I had made an error in judgement. Hottie friend stopped in for an hour around 8:30 p with her visiting sister in tow. She used her visit time wisely and left the house more in love with Monito than she was when she arrived. Not hard to do.