What Fresh Hell is This?
I had planned a lovely birthday post for/about Lorelei today, but instead I got Mastitis.
Have you ever had Mastitis? If so,
breastfeeding
Keeping it real
We have plenty of beds in our house. Lorelei’s room has a twin-over-full bunk bed, our bedroom has a king-size bed and crib, plus we have couches and a futon. For the last week I have been sleeping with Rowan in the recliner, because we were both getting more sleep that way. Lorelei, never one to sleep in a room by herself, decided to join us. Then Squirt joined in. It was a regular recliner party. Maya was probably just under the foot of the recliner sulking.
Nights are long
7:30pm – Put Rowan in the swing. Turn it to level three, turn on the music, turn on the lights and mobile, stand on one leg, wish on a star, and sell my soul in hopes he will actually fall asleep.
Lactation Graduation
Happy World Breastfeeding Week!
One of the hardest things for me during the last few months has been the total helplessness that I have felt. I don’t do helpless well. Yes, Rowan has made tremendous strides, but none of them felt like I was really a requirement. A team of OBs bought him that extra two weeks in utero, a team of neonatologists and nurses helped him thrive in the hospital. I have felt like a bystander through most of his first few months. It felt like everything was being done to us.
I see a corner, I want to turn
knocks on all the wood I think maybe we’re turning a corner on the whole nursing thing. I hope.
Lactation creation
One great thing about breastfeeding, is that you can make all sorts of goodies and refer to them as “Lactation ___s” as long as they contain some oats.
Tongue tied
Typing this on my phone, so if I say anything extremely weird you can blame it on auto correct.