The second week home did not go nearly as smoothly as the first. I think the adrenaline of having a new baby had worn off and everyone went back to work and resumed normal life. I was exhausted and hit a wall. Dave’s TWENTY NINTH birthday was Saturday the 26, which he had to work :( The following Monday I felt like absolute garbage. I was nauseous, weak, out of energy, etc. I tried to just suck it up but it was nearly impossible. I could barely pry myself out of the bed. The next day was worse and Dave had to call in to work because I felt so horrible that I could barely function.
I think it was multiple things, like the Zoloft getting regulated in my system, my hormones going crazy, not eating or taking my vitamin AND breastfeeding. Long story short, I felt terrible the rest of the week and finally started feeling better by the weekend. I was still not great, but didn’t feel like I was on the brink of death anymore!
That next Saturday, Dave’s parents came over for a low key birthday celebration for Dave and his dad. We had Mexican take out and an ice cream cake for dessert. Unfortunately, my appetite still wasn’t back, so I didn’t have any. But don’t worry, Mia enjoyed enough for the both of us :)
Our hospital has a free outpatient Lactation clinic that has come in handy for me. We went on January 30, and Finley weighed 7-6. She helped me with latch and positioning and gave me lots of good tips! We went again on February 7, and Finley weighed 8-5!! Obviously I’m doing something right! HA!
However, even though little miss is doing well, I have been battling cracked and damaged nipples. Too much info? Sorry, but this is for my records :) When we went to our appointment on the 7th, the LC noticed a spot that had still not healed up and thought I should call my OB to have it checked out. Keep in mind that at this time, I still don’t feel great. Still kind of weak and achy and just blah.
I called and made an appointment for the next Monday. Sure enough, Mastitis. No wonder I feel like crapola!!
3 weeks postpartum. Evidence of feeling like crap…
Although I didn’t feel like a million bucks, I felt good enough to snap a few pics of my little!
I may be a little bias, but I think I have some beautiful kids ;)