I offered a distraught 3½-year-old milk this evening, and she accepted, and she got nowt when she tried. Could be the pregnancy, could be her latch, which was getting worse and worse before. I know that Eldest just gradually lost her latch and couldn't do it, and that was that.
It had been a couple of weeks at least since the last time, too.
It's a slow process, weaning off.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Here we go again - Happy New Year!
It's the new year, and Eldest is entirely weaned. Second is almost three and a half, and still feeding daily. And I'm 12 weeks pregnant.
I'd forgotten how painful feeding in early pregnancy could be. But I'm pleased to be on the way again. Second has dropped her bedtime feeds but not her morning ones. We'll see how it goes.
I'd forgotten how painful feeding in early pregnancy could be. But I'm pleased to be on the way again. Second has dropped her bedtime feeds but not her morning ones. We'll see how it goes.
Monday, January 05, 2009
Weaning
Eldest is four years eight months now and the other night, after we got back from a high-stress-though-enjoyable holiday with her grandmother, asked for mama milk. She couldn't get any out; her mouth no longer does it.
Second is two years and almost five months old now and mainly feeds to sleep, for naptime and bedtime, and for comfort when she's waking up. She also feeds to sleep when she wakes in the night.
If I'm going to tandem nurse again I'll have to have another baby fairly soon! Or, of course, not, and then two in quick succession. Hmm.
Second is two years and almost five months old now and mainly feeds to sleep, for naptime and bedtime, and for comfort when she's waking up. She also feeds to sleep when she wakes in the night.
If I'm going to tandem nurse again I'll have to have another baby fairly soon! Or, of course, not, and then two in quick succession. Hmm.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Almost done?
The older child is now four and a half years old, and given to talking about breastfeeding and about the fact that her mouth no longer does it properly. She hasn't had a feed for weeks.
The younger child is now two and a quarter years old and still feeds morning, noon and night - in general, she has a feed first thing in the morning, just before her nap, last thing at night, and in the middle of the night; other feeds during the day are directly related to physical or emotional discomfort.
Three weeks ago I went away from her for over 24 hours. Within 12 hours I was engorged; by 18 hours I was in pain; after 22 hours I was hand-expressing in public toilets to reduce swelling. It took a few days for the bruised feeling to go away.
Today a visiting toddler fell down our stairs and my own toddler said "Beebee sad! Beebee hurt! Milk!"
She also sometimes says "Da goo," which means thank you. So that's nice.
The younger child is now two and a quarter years old and still feeds morning, noon and night - in general, she has a feed first thing in the morning, just before her nap, last thing at night, and in the middle of the night; other feeds during the day are directly related to physical or emotional discomfort.
Three weeks ago I went away from her for over 24 hours. Within 12 hours I was engorged; by 18 hours I was in pain; after 22 hours I was hand-expressing in public toilets to reduce swelling. It took a few days for the bruised feeling to go away.
Today a visiting toddler fell down our stairs and my own toddler said "Beebee sad! Beebee hurt! Milk!"
She also sometimes says "Da goo," which means thank you. So that's nice.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Oral thrush
Toddler - who is now Enormous Four-Year-Old - is still feeding once every couple of months. Weaning is complicated! But she now finds that she doesn't get any milk, and her latch looks really odd, so I think her body has weaned her now and she's losing or lost the ability to suckle.
Baby - who is now a Toddler - has oral thrush. This is fine, but she hates, loathes, despises and fears her medicine, which is cherry-flavoured Nystatin by the dropperful. She seems perfectly well, though to begin with she was feverish and miserable. I'm hoping that, like her wart, her immune system will sort the thrush out if she gets enough sleep and good food. She also hasn't passed it on to me yet, for which I am very grateful, and it is staying localised in her mouth and not anywhere else, more miserable.
She still feeds at night - one feed for fluid or food and also if she wakes needing comfort.
She seems to really need it. I'd like her to cut it out, frankly, but I'm not sure how to achieve this. With luck, we can start a routine of sleep-pattern stuff soon, since our summer gallivanting is over, and this should at least let us predict what's going on even if we can't control it.
I'm not sure how much I like the idea of feeding her through my next pregnancy, though of course we have no idea when that is going to be, yet.
Baby - who is now a Toddler - has oral thrush. This is fine, but she hates, loathes, despises and fears her medicine, which is cherry-flavoured Nystatin by the dropperful. She seems perfectly well, though to begin with she was feverish and miserable. I'm hoping that, like her wart, her immune system will sort the thrush out if she gets enough sleep and good food. She also hasn't passed it on to me yet, for which I am very grateful, and it is staying localised in her mouth and not anywhere else, more miserable.
She still feeds at night - one feed for fluid or food and also if she wakes needing comfort.
She seems to really need it. I'd like her to cut it out, frankly, but I'm not sure how to achieve this. With luck, we can start a routine of sleep-pattern stuff soon, since our summer gallivanting is over, and this should at least let us predict what's going on even if we can't control it.
I'm not sure how much I like the idea of feeding her through my next pregnancy, though of course we have no idea when that is going to be, yet.
Monday, June 09, 2008
Child-led weaning
I keep thinking Eldest has weaned and then mere weeks later she has another breastfeed. She has had at least two since she turned four. Weaning is much more gradual than I ever imagined - she can be utterly content without breastmilk and then gets a heavy cold or a nightmare and needs me again. It's totally without drama. She hasn't asked for weeks but I'm not sure enough to say "never again" yet because of previous month-long intervals!
Youngest is still a breastfed baby, but she's only 22 months and not a "routine" kind of girl, so I can't say whether she's mostly at night or mostly in the day or which feeds she needs most. She needs the ones she needs, is all.
Youngest is still a breastfed baby, but she's only 22 months and not a "routine" kind of girl, so I can't say whether she's mostly at night or mostly in the day or which feeds she needs most. She needs the ones she needs, is all.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
In sickness and in health
Eldest is now 3 years and 11 months old, and Baby is 19 months or so. We've all been ill recently. Both children stopped eating real meals, and Baby reverted almost entirely to breastmilk for a few days. Eldest took a few meal-sized breastfeeds too, as she went from ill to convalescent.
Eldest still has an excellent latch. Baby's latch is poor now; I think she's teething. I do wonder when Eldest will have her last feed. She goes up to a week between feeds now, perhaps sometimes more, and they seem to be directly related to a combination of physical and emotional ill-being.
Baby isn't weaning any time soon. She still needs night feeds, especially when she's ill (it helps keep her sinuses clear) and a few feeds in the daytime. I'm hoping to get her sorted with a feed-to-sleep routine soon, and then when that's in place change carefully to a no-feed-to-sleep routine. If she could go all or most of the night without needing me, I'd be delighted.
Of course if I had to I could night-wean her forcibly but the disadvantages far outweigh the advantages to us as a family right now.
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
The state of things
Toddler is 3y 8m and more a little girl than a Toddler now, Baby is a Toddler at 17m, and they're both still having mama milk. Baby gets it several times a day and once or twice at night; Toddler gets it almost every day, either day or night, but rarely twice in a day. Toddler usually negotiates a number and we count - one milk, two milk, three milk, four milk, five milk, six milk, seven milk, let go please. She doesn't seem to mind whether I count fast or slow as long as I stick to the agreed number.
I do definitely feel less and less able to admit that Toddler gets milk, though. Less and less. I'm kind of embarrassed about it. But when no-one external is asking, it's fine.
I do definitely feel less and less able to admit that Toddler gets milk, though. Less and less. I'm kind of embarrassed about it. But when no-one external is asking, it's fine.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
3y6m, 1y2.5m
Toddler is lovely, and has a milk feed almost every night, in the middle of the night, and almost never when we're awake.
I was somewhat surprised, recently, to find her feeding a toy from a pretend bottle; it's the first time she's fed a "baby" from anything other than her nee-polls.
I blame school.
I was somewhat surprised, recently, to find her feeding a toy from a pretend bottle; it's the first time she's fed a "baby" from anything other than her nee-polls.
I blame school.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Where we at?
Three years, one and a half months:
Toddler is thriving. She has a feed in the mornings, and usually one at bedtime as well - that one has a time limit of two songs. Lately, they've been "Dance to thy Daddy" and "Can your pony take us walking, Uncle Joe?"
During the day, she sometimes asks for a feed if she suffers a bop; these tend to be limited to a count of "1 milk, 2 milk, 3 milk, 4 milk, 5 milk, all done now."
Toilet training is going fairly well, as far as we can tell. Sometimes I suspect that she doesn't drink enough, but I try to remind her.
Nine and a half months:
Baby is blossoming! She plays with solid foods, even eats them sometimes, but is still clearly and definitely a milk-fed pumpkin; is that alright? Her skin is glorious, real roses and cream, or possibly peaches and cream - soft and edible and flawless, anyway. She's chubby and strong and communicative, mobile and inquisitive and opinionated, her teeth are strong and bright... and gappy... she experiments with a wide variety of foods but doesn't eat very much of any of them. She seems to like garlic and basil.
Shame.
I hid from my sisters, when they visited recently, because I couldn't bear the effort of defending us to them if they saw me breastfeeding my normous giant toggler girl. They avert their faces when I feed Baby, so I knew they'd be uncomfortable with it... Bad Feminist, No Empowerment.
I am ashamed of my cowardice.
Toddler is thriving. She has a feed in the mornings, and usually one at bedtime as well - that one has a time limit of two songs. Lately, they've been "Dance to thy Daddy" and "Can your pony take us walking, Uncle Joe?"
During the day, she sometimes asks for a feed if she suffers a bop; these tend to be limited to a count of "1 milk, 2 milk, 3 milk, 4 milk, 5 milk, all done now."
Toilet training is going fairly well, as far as we can tell. Sometimes I suspect that she doesn't drink enough, but I try to remind her.
Nine and a half months:
Baby is blossoming! She plays with solid foods, even eats them sometimes, but is still clearly and definitely a milk-fed pumpkin; is that alright? Her skin is glorious, real roses and cream, or possibly peaches and cream - soft and edible and flawless, anyway. She's chubby and strong and communicative, mobile and inquisitive and opinionated, her teeth are strong and bright... and gappy... she experiments with a wide variety of foods but doesn't eat very much of any of them. She seems to like garlic and basil.
Shame.
I hid from my sisters, when they visited recently, because I couldn't bear the effort of defending us to them if they saw me breastfeeding my normous giant toggler girl. They avert their faces when I feed Baby, so I knew they'd be uncomfortable with it... Bad Feminist, No Empowerment.
I am ashamed of my cowardice.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
What, teeth and all?
I was sitting in a waiting room recently waiting for my psychologist - first appointment, somewhat daunting - and I fed Baby while there, because she was hungry. The receptionist walked by - "Awww!" she said, "How old is she?"
"Gosh, seven months now, I keep thinking it's only six but it's seven now. Wow."
"And you're still feeding her?"
I was so shocked I just blurted out "I'm still feeding my three-year -old, I'm not going ot stop feeding this one."
"What, all those teeth?"
"If I'd stopped when the three-year-old had got teeth I'd have stopped at three months; she'd have starved."
The receptionist was pleasant, but it was only afterwards that I remembered that actually quite a lot of people stop before three months, because there are alternatives out there. It honestly didn't occur to me at the time.
The psychologist is very impressed with my peanut shell sling, approves strongly of cosleeping, and was flexible about working around the fact that I have a separation-anxiety-phase breastfed baby to deal with. Nice lady :)
"Gosh, seven months now, I keep thinking it's only six but it's seven now. Wow."
"And you're still feeding her?"
I was so shocked I just blurted out "I'm still feeding my three-year -old, I'm not going ot stop feeding this one."
"What, all those teeth?"
"If I'd stopped when the three-year-old had got teeth I'd have stopped at three months; she'd have starved."
The receptionist was pleasant, but it was only afterwards that I remembered that actually quite a lot of people stop before three months, because there are alternatives out there. It honestly didn't occur to me at the time.
The psychologist is very impressed with my peanut shell sling, approves strongly of cosleeping, and was flexible about working around the fact that I have a separation-anxiety-phase breastfed baby to deal with. Nice lady :)
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Sick, sick, sick
Toddler is sick. Baby is sick. Baby is over 6 months old and can't handle solids. They both have head and chest colds. Twice Toddler has soothed her sore throat with a long, long feed, then coughed herself sick. Once Baby has coughed herself sick.
Nights are getting harder. I'm alone in the night with both children, because I'm visiting my mother. Toddler wakes homesick and ill and cries, whinges, shouts and kicks - this wakes Baby. They both object to the other being breastfed in the night, though neither expresses any disgruntlement during the day. We're all in one room, which is likely to be part of the problem.
The night before last I started to shake Toddler. PMS and my own illness and a screaming Toddler waking a previously peaceful Baby was too much for me. I'd wean her if it wasn't that weaning would make life more difficult in the short term.
I'm so so tired of this. She's two years and 10 months old now. Baby is six months old. Sometimes I love feeding them, together and seperately, and sometimes I'm just too tired and I hate them both.
Perhaps it's PMS - my cycle appears to be coming back on a 7-days-of-21 routine which I can't handle either.
Nights are getting harder. I'm alone in the night with both children, because I'm visiting my mother. Toddler wakes homesick and ill and cries, whinges, shouts and kicks - this wakes Baby. They both object to the other being breastfed in the night, though neither expresses any disgruntlement during the day. We're all in one room, which is likely to be part of the problem.
The night before last I started to shake Toddler. PMS and my own illness and a screaming Toddler waking a previously peaceful Baby was too much for me. I'd wean her if it wasn't that weaning would make life more difficult in the short term.
I'm so so tired of this. She's two years and 10 months old now. Baby is six months old. Sometimes I love feeding them, together and seperately, and sometimes I'm just too tired and I hate them both.
Perhaps it's PMS - my cycle appears to be coming back on a 7-days-of-21 routine which I can't handle either.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Demand Feeding
I'm ill, and Toddler knows it. I don't demand-feed her anymore anyway; I only feed her when it suits me, really, like any other request she makes of me. Now, that means maybe twice a day, when actually she'd prefer to nurse up to six times. It's only because I'm falling down on the job in other ways, though.
Baby is having her six-month growth spurt, so she's hungry! I'm told I fed her three times last night, and I don't remember any of it; I am very tired. Her arms and legs and neck are in rolls of muscle and fat, and then her little ankles and feet are so slim and dainty looking! She's outgrowing the 6-12 month clothes now, at five-and-a-half months. She's sitting up, looking interested in our food, demanding to nurse when we eat, trying to reach our plates at dinnertime.
I think soon it'll be time to give her a slice of carrot or banana and see what she does with it. Perhaps it'll blunt those teeth of hers. Ow.
Baby is having her six-month growth spurt, so she's hungry! I'm told I fed her three times last night, and I don't remember any of it; I am very tired. Her arms and legs and neck are in rolls of muscle and fat, and then her little ankles and feet are so slim and dainty looking! She's outgrowing the 6-12 month clothes now, at five-and-a-half months. She's sitting up, looking interested in our food, demanding to nurse when we eat, trying to reach our plates at dinnertime.
I think soon it'll be time to give her a slice of carrot or banana and see what she does with it. Perhaps it'll blunt those teeth of hers. Ow.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
I think I might have caved in
I'm beginning to think seriously about partially weaning Toddler. I feel terrible about it. But I am refusing a lot during the day. I'd love to night-wean her, and if she ever does night-wean herself I think I'll say yes a lot more during the few daylight hours vouchsafed to us at this time of year, but meanwhile I've been saying "No, milk is for bedtime" a lot.
Poor Toddler. In other news, Baby had her three month growth spurt and I didn't die. Well, not quite. At least, I'm sure a competent medium can get me back part-time.
Igor?
Poor Toddler. In other news, Baby had her three month growth spurt and I didn't die. Well, not quite. At least, I'm sure a competent medium can get me back part-time.
Igor?
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Supply creates demand
Toddler has hugely increased her milk intake. I begin to think that perhaps it's a significant portion of her protein intake again. Naturally it doesn't affect Baby - this evening Toddler had both breasts for her bedtime drink, having rejected dinner, and Baby was able to have her full evening meal less than five minutes later - but I'm pretty sure it affects me.
I think I need to eat fewer carbs and more protein and vegetables. Possibly much more. I think I ought to investigate real vegetarian cooking so that I can have huge pulse-based meals, but since we've recently had to move dinnertime back to before Daddy gets home, it has to be incredibly easy to cook. Stuff Daddy can put in the slow cooker the night before would be best.
I am very glad of the increased intake. I have, in the past two weeks, spent four days in bed ill with throat infections and a nasty, nasty cold. Neither daughter has anything worse than a sniffle. Being ill is much easier when everyone else is well.
I think I need to eat fewer carbs and more protein and vegetables. Possibly much more. I think I ought to investigate real vegetarian cooking so that I can have huge pulse-based meals, but since we've recently had to move dinnertime back to before Daddy gets home, it has to be incredibly easy to cook. Stuff Daddy can put in the slow cooker the night before would be best.
I am very glad of the increased intake. I have, in the past two weeks, spent four days in bed ill with throat infections and a nasty, nasty cold. Neither daughter has anything worse than a sniffle. Being ill is much easier when everyone else is well.
Friday, October 20, 2006
O god make it stop
Tandem nursing is all about that blissful time in the middle of the night when I hear crying - or yelling demands, usually - and I crawl into Toddler's bed and pretend it's just the two of us again. I feed her and she rolls over and spoons into me and we snuggle up until Baby wakes me a few hours later needing a feed. It's probably the most satisfying sleep I get all the brief night (midnight to six am is night, at present).
It's also one of the few parenting issues I'm proud of at the moment. And I'm certain it has made the adjustment to a new sibling easier. If Toddler is annoyed that I'm feeding Baby, I just offer her milk too. Sorted. The rest of the time, Baby is relegated to the sling, which she gullibly believes to be a reward, and Toddler gets all my shattered, blear-eyed attention.
It's also one of the few parenting issues I'm proud of at the moment. And I'm certain it has made the adjustment to a new sibling easier. If Toddler is annoyed that I'm feeding Baby, I just offer her milk too. Sorted. The rest of the time, Baby is relegated to the sling, which she gullibly believes to be a reward, and Toddler gets all my shattered, blear-eyed attention.
Monday, October 16, 2006
Oh no, not again
I have been working on my embarrassment at feeding Toddler in public. I have now fed her in front of my in-laws (definitely public, given their various attitudes) and at the doctor's, while having my postnatal appointment for Baby.
The doctor just said "You're still giving her a bit of breast then."
This blog is empty mainly because after the first few feeds, tandem nursing is just life as normal. There's not a lot to say about it. I did feel odd tandem nursing them at the local breastfeeding clinic where I go to offer peer support and advice on babywearing, because I prefer not to come on too strong in front of people who are looking for help with insurmountable problems. But I did it, and I think it was a good thing.
Now I find myself wanting to nurse Toddler less. I grow resentful. I'm tired, and I ache a bit. I'm sure a good night's sleep would do me the world of good, but I have easily two years before that's a possibility, on previous experience. Perhaps it's time to send Toddler and her father to the in-laws for a weekend again. She enjoyed it last time and didn't miss me a bit. I'd get more sleep with only Baby to wake for.
Because there's no way Toddler is ready to wean yet. She's still using the immunity (it's cold season!) and the comfort. Oh, yes, she's using the comfort...
The doctor just said "You're still giving her a bit of breast then."
This blog is empty mainly because after the first few feeds, tandem nursing is just life as normal. There's not a lot to say about it. I did feel odd tandem nursing them at the local breastfeeding clinic where I go to offer peer support and advice on babywearing, because I prefer not to come on too strong in front of people who are looking for help with insurmountable problems. But I did it, and I think it was a good thing.
Now I find myself wanting to nurse Toddler less. I grow resentful. I'm tired, and I ache a bit. I'm sure a good night's sleep would do me the world of good, but I have easily two years before that's a possibility, on previous experience. Perhaps it's time to send Toddler and her father to the in-laws for a weekend again. She enjoyed it last time and didn't miss me a bit. I'd get more sleep with only Baby to wake for.
Because there's no way Toddler is ready to wean yet. She's still using the immunity (it's cold season!) and the comfort. Oh, yes, she's using the comfort...
Friday, September 15, 2006
Almost ashamed
I fed Baby today, walking along in a hurry to get the bus, pushing the buggy with my other hand. (Incidentally, Lilypadz are very easy to use - hold baby up in one arm, use that hand to push buggy, use other hand to raise shirt and adjust bra and remove Lilypad, latch baby on, adjust arms for more comfortable buggy-pushing).
I refused to feed Toddler in public, though. I am a bad lactivist. I just couldn't handle it. We had a hard day; Dad was too tired to be helpful, Mum and Toddler were hungry because the packed lunch turned out to be a bad idea, Baby was a Baby. Feeding would have helped Toddler a lot but when she asked we were on a standard width footpath/pavement/sidewalk/insert your dialect here, and there was nowhere to sit other than in the dust at the side of the road. Which is where I sat when she sat down and refused to be moved, but that wasn't for feeding purposes.
So I am quite happy to feed Baby in public, indiscreetly (she can't latch on discreetly, she doesn't know how) and I can't bring myself to feed Toddler in public unless we have somewhere comfy to sit and can be vaguely discreet - I don't mind it being obvious that I'm feeding, but I'm more comfortable showing flesh when I feed Baby than when I feed Toddler.
Sometimes I'm glad I know nothing about psychology. I don't want to know what's under all this.
I refused to feed Toddler in public, though. I am a bad lactivist. I just couldn't handle it. We had a hard day; Dad was too tired to be helpful, Mum and Toddler were hungry because the packed lunch turned out to be a bad idea, Baby was a Baby. Feeding would have helped Toddler a lot but when she asked we were on a standard width footpath/pavement/sidewalk/insert your dialect here, and there was nowhere to sit other than in the dust at the side of the road. Which is where I sat when she sat down and refused to be moved, but that wasn't for feeding purposes.
So I am quite happy to feed Baby in public, indiscreetly (she can't latch on discreetly, she doesn't know how) and I can't bring myself to feed Toddler in public unless we have somewhere comfy to sit and can be vaguely discreet - I don't mind it being obvious that I'm feeding, but I'm more comfortable showing flesh when I feed Baby than when I feed Toddler.
Sometimes I'm glad I know nothing about psychology. I don't want to know what's under all this.
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Barbie Boobs
I recently acquired a set of Lilypadz because mere absorbent breastpads cannot possibly hope to cope with my supply. The idea is that these pads actually stop the leaking, rather than merely soaking it up before it reaches the outside of my clothes.
They seem to work so far, though I haven't tried them in the morning when things are soggiest.
The freakish thing is that they work basically by pushing the nipple in and holding it there. Looking down, it looks like I'm wearing some kind of padded bra. I've been smoothed. Sculpted. My clothes look different. It's very disconcerting.
I have a vague feeling that this nippleless look is considered desirable in parts of the US, partially because of the blurb on the box, not quoted here for fear of perpetuating scary anti-nipple rhetoric.
[mildly crossposted]
They seem to work so far, though I haven't tried them in the morning when things are soggiest.
The freakish thing is that they work basically by pushing the nipple in and holding it there. Looking down, it looks like I'm wearing some kind of padded bra. I've been smoothed. Sculpted. My clothes look different. It's very disconcerting.
I have a vague feeling that this nippleless look is considered desirable in parts of the US, partially because of the blurb on the box, not quoted here for fear of perpetuating scary anti-nipple rhetoric.
[mildly crossposted]
Engorged. Swollen. Full. Bloated. Distended. Inflated. Tumescent.
I'd use more words but the thesaurus at dictionary.com doesn't even know the word "engorged" so I can't find any without standing up and finding a real thesaurus (I love me my Roget).
Anyway, this morning, freakishly, Toddler didn't ask to come in for a morning feed, and Daddy happily amused her, pleased and proud that he was enabling me to catch up on some desperately-needed rest. And he was, and I did, but when I woke...
Ow. And all I had to combat it was one bewildered newborn, far smaller than the combined mass of mammary I confronted, no pun intended, her with. She did her best, poor love, but we still ended up lying in puddles and pools, both with soaked nightclothes, on damp sheets, thankfully with a damp-absorbing towel under the sheet so the mattress is probably fine.
It took until about 11 am for the pain to go away. This is what it was like last time, when Toddler was a baby, and I had no older, larger, more-internal-volume child to deal with the excess. I'd forgotten.
Ow.
Anyway, this morning, freakishly, Toddler didn't ask to come in for a morning feed, and Daddy happily amused her, pleased and proud that he was enabling me to catch up on some desperately-needed rest. And he was, and I did, but when I woke...
Ow. And all I had to combat it was one bewildered newborn, far smaller than the combined mass of mammary I confronted, no pun intended, her with. She did her best, poor love, but we still ended up lying in puddles and pools, both with soaked nightclothes, on damp sheets, thankfully with a damp-absorbing towel under the sheet so the mattress is probably fine.
It took until about 11 am for the pain to go away. This is what it was like last time, when Toddler was a baby, and I had no older, larger, more-internal-volume child to deal with the excess. I'd forgotten.
Ow.
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