I can't really believe it (last time I gave birth think I'd just about managed to crawl out of bed by day 10), but the past couple of days I've actually managed to not only get dressed before 3pm, but also snatch a few minutes here and there in my workroom. Needless to say, those minutes have been spent with Jasper peacefully cuddled against me in the sling, while Teddy naps/plays with Adam/presses the pedal on my sewing machine (not too risky when only sewing straight lines). I'm making the most of these opportunities, as I know they'll be few and far between once Adam goes back to work next week. Nice while it lasts though.
And before you wonder if I'm some kind of mad woman who doesn't want to actually appreciate her newborn for five minutes before attempting to get back into the real world, please be reassured that we are spending many hours admiring Jasper from every angle, and I wouldn't dream of being in my workroom at this stage if he wasn't fast asleep right there with me. Also, you know, sitting down feeding all day (whisper this bit) can sometimes get a bit boring and you'll desperately want to get up and do something. And it makes for a sore behind.
The projects, incidentally, are bibs (I'm slowly working my way up to a semi-sensible quantity of stock for my handmade organic baby goodies venture) and bunting (for the wedding). There's something pleasingly meditative about cutting and sewing stacks of identical simple shapes. Plus it's about all my brain is up to at the moment. Jasper is very civilised, as newborns go, but even the very finest of newborns need a lot of night feeds.
