I've been debating whether or not to update the blog with the truth about what this week has really been like. I'm sure its getting old that all my posts are so negative.Read it and laugh at our misery, that's what we're doing.
Saturday night:
- I wake up at 11 vomiting
- Then I feed the baby
- I rotate waking up to vomit, crap my pants, and feed the baby for the next 24 hours
Monday:
- Cheryl (Matt's mom) comes to help us with the intention of staying just 1 night
- I feel quite a bit better, still weak, but not vomiting so life seems good
Tuesday:
- Diarrhea is back for me
- Matt comes home from work at noon, also sick
- Charlie has a lot of crazy huge diapers but no vomiting
- We convince Cheryl not to leave us, she stays another night
Wednesday:
- Matt's still home from work not feeling well
- I take Annie in for her weight check with the lactation consultants at the hospital. She's supposed to gain 1/2 to 1 ounce a day. Instead she lost 1 ounce in 5 days. They instruct me to start eating and drinking lots of fluids (as if I wasn't trying?), pump after every feeding, feed her pumped breast milk after nursing her to be sure she's really full, start taking these nasty smelling herbs 3 times a day to increase my milk supply, and eliminate the pacifier. I leave their office fighting the tears back. Maybe I should have told them how tired I am? Or stressed that I've been puking and pooping my brains out for 3 days? I swear I mentioned those things
- We convince Cheryl not to leave us just yet, she decides to stay another night
- I complain out loud and say "sometimes I just want to say F it to breastfeeding", I'm a little proud of myself for not saying the actual F word
- An hour later Charlie knocks a magnet off the fridge and we overhear "ahh F it". I'm no longer proud (still a little proud that he used the phrase in the correct context though)
Today:
- Matt's still home from work not feeling well
- We let Cheryl leave on the condition that she take little Charlie with her. We're awaiting a call saying she's sick now and wants us to come get him. And yes, we've turned off the ringers on our phones
- Annie and I are spending the day feeding and pumping so that she can demonstrate a weight gain at tomorrows weight check
Hopefully next week's posts will be a little happier...
Friday update: Charlie's got bad diarrhea at Grandma's house. I faked a bad connection and hung up...maybe I'll call them back tomorrow and see if his status has improved. Poor guy. From what I gathered it sounds like they're taking turns holding and cuddling with him.
I saw on the Today Show that this has been the worst flu season in 4 years. Somehow that made me feel a little better about our situation.
3 comments:
Oh I'm so sorry. Sounds like a hell of a week. That nasty flu bug is going around like crazy. Just try to remember to take care of you...if you have to give her a little formula to help things out for now then so be it! Don't let it depress you! I wasn't able to BF Zane and let me tell you he's one healthy boy...so if it doesn't end up working out full time for you, don't let it get you down. I don't know how you feel about all of that (i.e. formula), but just remember that your health is just as important as Annie's! You are in my thoughts.
When your mother had a screaming baby and two toddlers too, she dreamed that she flushed the baby down the toilet. Or maybe that was just Charlotte.
I can't remember moments like you are having but then eventually you do actually push them out of your mind.
Hoping things get better,
Love,
Aunt Ginger
Oh Jeanette...the fenugreek! I know it well. At 9 weeks I started taking it with Cole. The good news is it works -- I am still taking it and he is almost 6 months. You smell like maple syrup, but it lets you keep nursing. Hang in there, sounds like one hell of a week. Your little girl is beautiful!
Kelli Blubaum (Charlotte's friend!)
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