Physically, I feel like I can do anything. Recovery time has also been fast, much faster than with my first son - and I feel like I have all of the energy I need to make up for lost time in the kitchen. Grains have been sprouted, ferments set to bubbling, farmer's markets attended, and the only area I feel lacking in is actual meal planning. Sporadic baby interruptions just before the dinner hour have slowed me up a little, and "piece catch" meals hit the table in great thanks to my freezer, garden basil, and last minute imagination. When I was first married and working full time, I recall I used to actually plan meals in a little notebook... and I'm thinking it might not be a bad idea to bring that method back.
But meanwhile, things are good in my world. Babies have a way of making everything feel fresh and amazing. Kind of like a fresh bottle of brandy. Before the comments of nursing mothers and alcohol come flooding in, I'm not actually drinking the brandy - and to be honest, despite brandy being the most often purchased liquor in my state, it's really not even my favorite. But used to cook with or inoculate fruits? It might just be my favorite thing ever.
I might be silly to compare my new babe to a bottle of brandy. But in a way, it fits. When you don't have something for a long time, you can really appreciate it all the more, and that is how a second baby is for me. I am reminded of how wonderful every new moment was with my first little son, and just what is is store for me with my second. I marvel over impossible long eyelashes and tiny fingernails, I get to know all the expressions and nuances of a brand new personality, and savor each one for the fleeting moment in time I now know it is. Like the bottle that empties too quickly, but lives on in what it has preserved, I document in both mental and physical photographs the new life I've been blessed with. I will most happily decant both in the future and be able to feel as full of emotion as I am right now.