The appointment went fine, although I was kind of caught off guard by having to get a pap (never a fun experience). I'm nearly healed down there, and should be 100% within the next two weeks. Surprise, surprise...my blood pressure is still a little on the high side, even with taking my labetalol twice a day. I now have to follow up with a primary care physician in three months to determine if I have chronic hypertension or not. My doctor wants me to wait that long to make sure my body is completely back to normal and all the pregnancy hormones are out of my system.
I also asked for a prescription for birth control pills because we definitely don't want Harry to have an Irish twin. Request denied! Apparently the estrogen in birth control pills can mess with your blood pressure, so until I go to the primary care physician I can't get on anything. And if it turns out that I do have chronic hypertension, I can't go on the pill. My two options would be the Depo-Provera shot or Mirena. I definitely am not interested in the Depo-Provera, but will be looking in to Mirena.
My boys came with me to the doctor since we had some errands to run as well. First on the list... returning the breast pump. As painful as it was to return it a month early, the pumping thing just wasn't working and producing less and less breast milk at each session was really taking a toll on me mentally. While exclusively formula feeding was never in my parenting plan, it is what works for our family.
After we were done at the hospital we headed over to the Carter's store. My mother-in-law bought Harry a bunch of clothes that we needed to return. While it was very generous of her to get him so many outfits, most of what she got him were in newborn size. Harry still fits in the newborn size, but I have a feeling he won't be wearing it for much longer. We ended up getting a few three month outfits and have some store credit left over to use next time.
We also popped over to Target to pick up a few random things. Harry did so great all day, he didn't start fussing until we were just about two blocks away from our house... perfect timing!
Here's a picture of my 4 week old from last night's tummy time.
|Exactly 4 weeks old|