I know I am late yet again, but I am have a good excuse this time, really I do. I ended up with mastitis yet again and felt like I was on my death bed yesterday. So I am going to combine two days into one. It all stared after we decided to let Felicity cry it out at night (so we can get more rest and she can get more rest and so on), this not nursing her for 6-8 hours. I got up in the morning feeling a bit of pain in my breast and pumped over 4 ounces, which is huge for me. I went to MOPS that morning (which by the way is such a wonderful group of mom, more on that later), I carried Felicity around in the Bjorn so she could take a nap while I at the meeting. I was in pain most of the meeting, but it got really bad once I got home, I took some pain meds and did some hot compresses but nothing was working. Luckily I had some meds my brother Jon prescribed from past mastitis time (I have had it a total of 6 times now with both kids). Now if you have ever had mastitis before you know what kinds of pain I am talking about, it is like having the flu and then someone kicking you at the same time, while you feel like your breast is going to explode, not enjoyable in the least. I thought I might be able to kick it, but boy was I wrong, while Andrew was out getting dinner with Hannah it really hit me, I had to confine Felicity and just lay on the floor in hopes that I really would not die and that Andrew would come home soon. He is such a superstar dad and hubby, he came right in, got the girls dinner, go me all the med and fluids I needed and sent me to rest. Now I am not a good patient, heck I usually just pretend that nothing is wrong and go along my merry way (that is until my body gives out on me and literally tells me to slow down), and that is just what was happening. It takes a lot for me to give up all the control, but when you feel like hell, you realize it is the only thing you can do to survive. Andrew did it all, cleaned up, took care of me, played with the girls, took care of me some more, put the kids to bed and then put me to bed. Then in the middle of the night (while Felicity was still screaming at us), he got up to get me my meds and water. What would I do without this man in my life, I hope to never have to find out. I love him so!
Today has been a better day, the antibiotics finally kicked in and I feel like I can walk, talk and at least interact with the girls, I am still sore, but it is a good day. Hannah is a child after my own heart, her love language at this point in her life seem to simulate mine. She want to make you happy, if she sees you crying (which I did a lot of last night), she want to make you feel better, she always wants to make sure that what she is doing is making you happy, she loves kisses and to be touched and loves it when you play and spend time with her (doing things with and for her). She was so incredible the last 36 hours, making sure I was taken care of, that my boo boo felt better, and helping with Felicity where he could. I am so glad she (both of them) are a part of my life. I was just telling Andrew I could watch both of them smile, and laugh all day long, it bring such joy to my life.
As I was sitting and nursing Felicity tonight, it dawned on me how important it really is to slow down, to absorb as much of this time as I possibly can, we really are here for such a short while that yes my children are more important than the dishes or the laundry or my email. A friend at MOPS shared how her kids get up from bed or naps always a bit cranky and she tries to spend 10 min with them reading and cuddling with them. This really made me think about how crazy it is when my kids get up and if I could just spend 10 min with them, loving on them and reading to them while we snack I bet it would make the rest of the afternoon so much easier. So here is to trying yet another thing I would like to make into a habit. Slow down, embrace this time, and love on those little ones as much as possible (the dishes can wait), this is your vocation after all have fun with it!
Thank you little ones for making me a mommy
Thank you Andrew for helping mend my broken body,
Love Mom
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