Mmmm, yum! I freaking love this baby. I seriously sit and stare at him all the time. He's seriously way cuter in real life. I'm just a sucky photographer and he moves a LOT. Anyway, I just thought I'd write some real life shizzle here. I know most people only write the good that's going on their lives, but when am I like everyone else? So I'm going to write about the misery of these past 3 weeks.
Week 1 - nursing was just a little sore, nothing to complain about
week 2- crying and screaming from intense pain
week 3 - same as week 2, but now burning between feedings. I really really didn't want to stop because I LOVED being able to nurse baby B and this might be our last baby, so I want it to work. I went to a lactation specialist yesterday and she freaked out when she saw my boobs. She said, " we can't be feeding a baby on those open wounds". So she's asked me to stop feeding him, and to just pump, which I can't do, so now i have to hand express for one hour every 3 hours. and I only get an ounce between both sides. So I really suck at this nursing thing, but she's having me put some antibiotic on it that will help the wounds heal properly, then I can try with him on them again next week, and if it doesn't work, I'm done. I told myself I'd go through this pain for a full month before calling it quits. but it's been incredibly depressing for me. I want it more than anything, and I really don't want to miss out on it, but I don't know what else to do. So that's my misery of the first week. Crying from pain, then crying from it not working.