We had two appointments at our hospital this morning. Charlotte’s first pediatrician appointment and a visit with the lactation folks.
Charlotte is the picture of health. Since she’s getting bottles regularly, she’s gained back some weight and her color has improved dramatically. She is an exceptionally happy, easygoing baby.
The visit with the lactation folks took about 3 minutes to bum me out. I pulled down my top and the next thing I know, we’re waiting to see an OB upstairs. Diagnosis: double mastitis AND a blazing UTI. Because why not.
4 hours later, we returned home to discover that the dogs have chewed up and strewn the contents of our bathroom trash all over the house. In case you’re not familiar with the contents of a postpartum bathroom trash can, just picture a mess resembling a TV crime scene. Fun.
This gets better, right? Please tell me it gets better.
She’s still worth it, though.