My goal was to go on a longer walk this morning, but I was up against two major time crunches:Â the sun and Hungry, Hungry Henry.
As mentioned numerous times, weâ€™re in the middle of a pretty intense heat wave.Â If we donâ€™t go on our walk by 9 AM, itâ€™s far too hot for a baby (um, and a momma) to be outside.
Are you a morning exerciser?Â I am absolutely not.Â Even if I set my alarm early and have every intention of working out, when Iâ€™m faced with the choice between getting up and going back to sleep, Iâ€™ll return to bed.Â But today, Henry had me up at 6:45, and I knew that my options were 30 extra minutes of fitful sleep or an energizing walk â€“ so it was an easy choice to make.
My other (beloved) time crunch was Henry.Â Weâ€™re following a â€˜nursing on demandâ€™ protocol set by my lactation consultant (sheâ€™s a La Leche League leader; I highly recommend LLL resources if youâ€™re nursing), and Henry eats every 30 minutes to 1.5 hours from about 3 AM to 3 PM; he spaces out to every 2 hours to 2.5 hours in the afternoon and early evening.Â Basically, this means weâ€™re eating all the time!Â I like feeding him a lot, so itâ€™s fine, but it makes doing anything during the morning quite the task.
So I woke up at 6:45, fed him, made a one-handed breakfast: peanut butter toast and a smoothie.
I ate while playing with Henry.Â His funny faces kill me.Â Itâ€™s so hard for me to catch a â€˜normalâ€™ picture of him.Â Heâ€™s getting more vocal, too, which is amusing.
I was considering getting him into his stroller as quickly as possible but realized he probably needed to be â€˜topped offâ€™ before we left.Â I was planning to walk big loop that would take me far from the house and didnâ€™t want to end up 15 minutes from home with a hungry baby.Â Plus, he was already starting to give me early hunger cues.
So we ate again, I strapped him into his stroller, put James on his leash, and we were (finally) off.
Luckily, it wasnâ€™t too hot out yet!
We walked for 30 minutes.Â Itâ€™s funny; the last time I did this loop I was practically 40 weeks pregnant.Â There are a few hills that really wore me out during the last few weeks of pregnancy.Â But today â€“ it was no big deal.Â Iâ€™ve heard such horror stories about recovering from an episiotomy.Â Iâ€™m not sure if Iâ€™m just incredibly lucky, my midwife cut me in the perfect way, or I possess the superpower of regeneration (probably the first two), but I feel totally normal.Â Iâ€™m sticking to walking until the doctor gives me the okay to do more.Â I was so nervous to get the episiotomy because I was convinced it would screw me up, but so far â€“ Iâ€™m hopeful and happy about my recovery!
Plus, getting out of the house and moving is really good for my mental state.
Another bonus:Â I really love walking with Henry, especially when he doesnâ€™t immediately pass out. I sing him songs and narrate our walk â€“ â€œOh, look â€“ thereâ€™s a dog. Thereâ€™s a tree. The sun is shiiiining!â€Â Â Good times, indeed.
Any one else squeeze in a morning workout today?