No pics yet.
Sooo… in an effort to educate myself (and make myself feel better about my failure to breastfeed Z), I just looked up the average amount to pump at one week postpartum.
One once. One freaking once. Ugh! Z was born by emergency c-section, so I attributed my “failure to produce” to the narcotic pain relievers and being small busted.
Guess how much I was able to pump after a feed when Z was a week old.
Go on. Guess.
One once. Per boob.
I wasn’t underproducing. If anything, I was on the high-end of average. It was lack of support that caused me to fail to breastfeed.
That makes me feel infinitely better about waiting to breastfed GeneSplice.
As I said in this post, I knew my birthday would be forgotten.
I didn’t get a phone call or anything from my dad. I got a “happy birthday” from one sibling, one cousin, and one aunt. Nothing from the rest of my family.
From Finn’s family, I got a generic “happy birthday” from his mom. While SIL got “happy birthday. We’re so happy to have you as a daughter.” Now, she’s a daughter-in-law as well.
And that was AFTER I’d made a post thanking everyone for the birthday wishes. Which, Finn’s brother commented on. Yay? The only reason I wasn’t forgotten was because I reminded them.
As of now, I’m dead set on not going up there for Christmas. Finn can go if he wants, but I refuse to subject myself to the blatant favoritism anymore. Nope. Not doing it. I’d rather sit at home alone than go up there and feel as though I’m an outsider on what is already an emotional holiday for me.
For ear infections. Oh joy.
I sit here with a peice of cotton shoved in my ear to hold in my Rx steroid ear drops and wait for the ibuprofen to kick in.
Same shit, different year. This time last year my ear infection was so bad my ear canal was nearly swollen shut. I’m playing it by ear (ha!), to see if things are going to right themselves or if I have another visit to urgent care in my future. Ibuprofin, allergy pills, ear drops, and benadryl at bedtime is my current protocol. I’m hoping things will right themselves so I don’t end up needing yet another round of antibiotics.