I had been pretty down lately, mostly due to a lot of rain and crap weather in general, plus some stress and mostly things I brought about myself. But it’s time for a list of good things:
- I love going into the bedroom when Ash is napping and placing Elliot on his chest. In his semi-awake state, he pulls the sheet up over them both and allows me a few moments of time.
- Ash took a half day yesterday to take care of me in my sick state. He took care of Elliot most of the day!
- I applied to an online University teaching position for extra money. Think positive thoughts for me!
- The weather is getting to be awesome here
- I’m walking twice a week with a girl I met in childbirth class. A new friend!
- Elliot is now 8 weeks old and the first thing he did on that day was cry real tears.
- That sounded like a bad thing but it made me feel like he’s growing up
- The second thing he did that day was start to focus on things. There’s something different about his face now, something more real in his eyes.
- Ash and I are finally getting back to “normal” after the whole baby thing. Relationships totally go into a tailspin when a new addition shows up.
- I went into this little eatery today that I always used to go to and had a breakfast sandwich. It was so nice.
- I uploaded a video of the baby: check it out
Maybe it’s just sheer coincidence or maybe I shouldn’t have been so cocky about quitting the breastfeeding support group because I wasn’t having any problems. Well, lo and behold, Tuesday night I started to shake a little, sort of like chills. Then it was full blown chills. I got into bed and felt as if my whole body was weighted down, heavy and tired. I awoke around 2 to feed Elliot and I had a temperature of 102.7. Guh. I managed to make it through the night but it was rough: sweaty then freezing, mind racing and semi-delirious. In the morning, I read in my many books about what it might be and it was indeed mastitis. Sigh. So basically I spent most of yesterday in a coma-like state, moping painfully through the house if I absolutely needed to do something, you know, like feed the baby. I was tossed back and forth between my OB and GP, since one said to call the other and the other was short-staffed and said to try the original instead. It was 6 PM before I got an antibiotic called in but after that and multiple little naps plus a decent night of sleep, I am feeling much better now, at least fever and chills-wise.
I guess it was only a matter of time before something went wrong. I mean, aside from Elliot’s jaundice (ok, AND his umbilical hernia) we’ve done rather well so far. But – knock on wood – hopefully things will be ok for a while. I know with kids things happen and there’s sickness and hurts and whatnot but I’m not going to spend time worrying about it all.