Not sure there is a whole lot more to say about that. We’ve decided that for the sake of sanity and for the sake of loving my angel baby with fearing him (I wish I could blog the sound he makes as he attacks my boob without restraint), we’re going the bottle route. So now we’re weaning AND treating mastitis at the same time. Everyone said cabbage in my bra- so cabbage it is. I’ll let you know how it works out. So far I just feel….a little salady. Camper seems to take the bottle well- a little messy, but that will clean up as he gets used to it I’m sure. And meanwhile I can see how much he eats, I never have to get my boob out in public, and there is a chance…a small glimmer of a chance…of a girl’s night out with my friends. Some might say that all seems selfish, but I’ve learned somewhere along the way that a sane Mom means a happy baby. Apparenly independence is that important to me. And I kind of like looking at his little face while he eats. My beautiful baby boy.
I did get a visit from a friend today. Yay Anisa!!
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Hey Erin! I am glad to hear that you are not only taking good care of Camper- but of yourself. You do what you need to do to stay healthy and if that means…. cabbage….. well then so be it. I did leave a small head of cabbage in the fridge when I left hope you are using that up. If you don’t stuff it in your bra make something good for dinner! LOL I have never heard of the cabbage in the bra thing… you will have to let me know how that is going. Kiss my grandson for me. I love you Mom
is THAT what that is in the fridge? I was going to prepare taco salad for dinner and sent John for a bag of lettuce because the lettuce I found in the fridge had “gone all thick.” Didn’t even occur to me that it could perhaps…not be lettuce at all. Interesting….Good thing I saved it!
Yay for friends! I am VERY glad I got to visit you, after all I had to quit you cold turkey when you left work, and while Kim is very nice, it just isn’t the same… Also, I did not know that salady was a word until just now…
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