I've decided that I'm probably done with pumping my boobs. Camille is doing well enough on solids that when she visits Grandma for a couple of hours, she's OK with Cheerios and doesn't need any milk. I still nurse her when I'm around, but I think the need for milk at every meal has passed.
It's the end of an era, and I'm not going to miss it. The pump was a fantastic tool, though! I'm so glad I had it when I needed it. Every nursing mother should have one.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
May Diaper Count
In May, Camille used a total of 128 diapers.
She pooped in 48 of them.
She peeped in 80 of them.
That averages out to about 4.1 diapers per day.
She pooped in 48 of them.
She peeped in 80 of them.
That averages out to about 4.1 diapers per day.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Back From the Dead... Kinda
I feel much better.
It's amazing how knocked-out you can get from one little infection. I was practically couch-ridden all last week (definitely didn't get to run like I had planned), and I hardly ate anything. While feeling extraordinarily nauseous all day isn't great, the weight (near 10 pounds) I lost from not eating is great. It's not the ideal way to lose weight but I'll take what I can get!
It's beautiful outside, and I'm glad I'm feeling well enough to go out and enjoy it. I usually take a picture of SLC at the end of every month, and I didn't do it for May because I didn't feel like hiking to the top of the hill I take the photo from. I don't know if I still feel up to it. I'll give it a try today and if I make it, great! And if not... well... I tried.
It's amazing how knocked-out you can get from one little infection. I was practically couch-ridden all last week (definitely didn't get to run like I had planned), and I hardly ate anything. While feeling extraordinarily nauseous all day isn't great, the weight (near 10 pounds) I lost from not eating is great. It's not the ideal way to lose weight but I'll take what I can get!
It's beautiful outside, and I'm glad I'm feeling well enough to go out and enjoy it. I usually take a picture of SLC at the end of every month, and I didn't do it for May because I didn't feel like hiking to the top of the hill I take the photo from. I don't know if I still feel up to it. I'll give it a try today and if I make it, great! And if not... well... I tried.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Growl
Being in constant pain makes me grumpy. Surprise!
Also, Jake and I go through black printer ink faster than we change underpants, so I have to forego my sitting-at-home plans and actually go out to get more ink. Blurrrggggg. >:|
Also, Jake and I go through black printer ink faster than we change underpants, so I have to forego my sitting-at-home plans and actually go out to get more ink. Blurrrggggg. >:|
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
It's Palpable
Apologies. I've been laid out sick the past few of days and had absolutely zero motivation to do anything except watch David Attinborough narrate a documentary about birds. It's an awesome documentary. If you have Netflix, instant stream that shit!
I went to the ER on Saturday night (it wasn't a real emergency, but it was Saturday night and my normal doctor was not available), got poked a bit, and was given medication that was presumably supposed to fix me and make my pain stop. The medication caused chills, fever, headache, nausea, and stiff muscles. My doctor is out of town but her nurses or PAs or whatever they are said I could come in and they would be able to determine if my issue was cleared up.
"Hooray!" they say, after a few minutes of waiting. "The medication worked!"
"Then why am I still in near-excruciating pain?" I queried.
They looked at each other and said, "Ionno."
So I have another appointment on Friday to see a real doctor and hopefully get this whole thing cleared up. It's nice to know that the medication worked and got rid of one part of this pain equation, but it's disconcerting to know that something is still wrong, causing lots of pain, and no one yet knows what it is.
Like any good child of the Age of the Internet, I promptly went to WebMD and looked up my symptoms. WebMD told me I have cancer. Or lupus. Or a blood clotting disorder. Or a flesh-eating bacteria on my insides.
At least Camille isn't sick.
I went to the ER on Saturday night (it wasn't a real emergency, but it was Saturday night and my normal doctor was not available), got poked a bit, and was given medication that was presumably supposed to fix me and make my pain stop. The medication caused chills, fever, headache, nausea, and stiff muscles. My doctor is out of town but her nurses or PAs or whatever they are said I could come in and they would be able to determine if my issue was cleared up.
"Hooray!" they say, after a few minutes of waiting. "The medication worked!"
"Then why am I still in near-excruciating pain?" I queried.
They looked at each other and said, "Ionno."
So I have another appointment on Friday to see a real doctor and hopefully get this whole thing cleared up. It's nice to know that the medication worked and got rid of one part of this pain equation, but it's disconcerting to know that something is still wrong, causing lots of pain, and no one yet knows what it is.
Like any good child of the Age of the Internet, I promptly went to WebMD and looked up my symptoms. WebMD told me I have cancer. Or lupus. Or a blood clotting disorder. Or a flesh-eating bacteria on my insides.
At least Camille isn't sick.
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