The past week has been a bit crazy. First, we had Brad’s brother and his girlfriend visiting.
Then, on Friday, I woke up with mastitis. I tried to brush it off. I tried to talk myself out of it. I tried to talk other people out of it! But, I had it, and there was no denying it after I took my temperature (again) and had a fever. It was a HORRIBLE day (ie. I cried for like, 5 hours straight). And to top it all off, we were supposed to drive to Ottawa that night for my nephew’s first birthday party on Saturday.
We almost didn’t go, but I was feeling much better after Gwen (finally!) ate. She went 6 hours during the day on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday without eating. I was sick, engorged, and worried about my baby! Sunday afternoon/night she literally screamed for hours. I was at my wits end – I didn’t think that I would survive the evening. Thanks to my parents for bringing us dinner, and to Brad for keeping me sane. All in all, I don’t think Gwen appreciates having her routine disrupted!
On Monday, though, she slipped right back into eating every 1.5 – 2.5 hours, and yesterday was a bit more stretched out than that. I’m just glad she’s eating (and, if I can say so, kinda excited that I can feed her now without leaking on the other side and without a towel in between us! Maybe that was the point?).
I can’t believe Gwen is almost 3 months old. Insanity. She’s so cute it’s painful.
Oh, I can’t take the hair. I love this child!