Rowan’s hospital visit had me reminiscing about my own three-day stay when I was six years old. I don’t really recall the breathing difficulties that landed me there – it blends in with so many other episodes in those years. But I remember quite a bit from the hospital.
Five years ago today Lorelei got her first tooth.
This morning I looked in Rowan’s mouth and… tooth.
December is the time for every news outlet, blog, and radio station to cash in on rehashing the last year’s worth of content. Seems like as good a place as any to start this blog.
I just realized how inexplicably sad I am for a past version of myself. I look at the pictures of me pregnant and just think, “You. You have no idea.” I want a time turner or a TARDIS so I can go cross my own timeline and tell that version of myself that it is all going to be okay. Excruciating at times, but ultimately okay. I’d like a future version to come confirm that, come to think of it.
I go back to work in just over one week. I feel like I should be okay with it. I was prepared to be okay with it. The teachers at this school are like family. I trust them to love my children.
I owe everyone a long update, I know. For the most part no news is good news.
Rowan is still nursing with only one bottle per day. I may not have to pay cobra after all. He’s over 10 pounds!
I was going to write about how much better the day to day has gotten. But then I woke up this morning in extreme pain, followed by chills and a feverish feeling. I could feel the plugged duct causing the mastitis. I must have gotten it unplugged because when rowan nursed he was having to swallow so fast that I was scared he would choke. And then I pumped 3oz from that side alone. This morning I had the telltale red streaks radiating out.