All in
I don’t do things a little bit. I don’t eat “just this one little bite” of the cake, I eat the whole damn cake. I don’t draw tiny flowers on paper, I make them out of fan blades and bike tires. I go all in, or I don’t go at all.
Life
Praise be to cake
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?
the boob, the boob, the boob is on fire
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.
Family photos
Lorelei’s teacher, Melissa Godwin , did family photos of us once Rowan arrived home.  Here are a few of my favorite!