8:30 am: Lorelei and I have already screamed at each other over the quantity of honey on her waffle.
9:00 am: It’s not even snowing, it is sleeting. Freezing raining. A few flakes mix in occasionally, but mostly it’s sleet.
I knew this would be an eventful weekend, but in a well-planned, 100% awesome sort of way. And then the universe must have read my #TBT post and decided what I really needed was more ill-advised adventure.
Because I am a negligent mother who lets other people raise her children, Lorelei is in an after school program run by our public school district. She gets help on her homework (in kindergarten, but that’s another post entirely), interacts with kids in other grades, and gets plenty of time to play. I know. Horrible, right?
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.
Lorelei’s teacher, Melissa Godwin , did family photos of us once Rowan arrived home. Here are a few of my favorite!