Getting There...

Not sure where we're headed, but things are definately getting better. I am turning the long, drawn-out, somewhat painful corner with the breastfeeding. While I no longer shout obscentities at every feeding, I'm still alternately pumping and nursing, depending on how sore I am. I'm lucky to have so much support with the nursing thing, because I'm tellin' ya -- there are moments where I'm totally ready to throw in the towel. I'm glad its getting better though, I'm gonna keep hanging on.

I took Colin to the pediatrician on Monday (was it Monday?) for a weight check and he was up to 9 lbs 7 ounces. I am convinced that 3 of those ounces came from the bottle he had minutes before in the waiting room, but still...that's a big jump! My little guy never wore newborn diapers and even missed out on wearing a couple of clothes!

I managed to make it back to the OB's office today, as it seems I have contracted a lovely brand of UTI that doesn't respond to the first round of antibiotics I took. Here's hoping the new ones works!

Lily is still hanging in there, poor gal. Today, she explored the wonders of play-doh. She looks so big to me now. I'm actually mourning her babyhood now too, as she is a full-fledged big girl now. Also, the hormones are raging over here -- I cry at every commercial and even stupid episodes of WithoutATrace that come on in the middle of the night. Its getting out of hand.

Thank you again to my food fairies this week! You guys have been lifesavers!!!! Thank you, Leslie, for organizing that -- it has been wonderful!