I know it's supposed to be all goodness and light.
Sweet time gazing at each other and snuggling.
Well.
It's not.
It hasn't been.
Not for lack of trying, mind you.
First it was her shallow suck. Then I had a
clogged duct. Ow. After that, I had a
"milk blister." Dude. That's just evil. After that, we developed
thrush. Both LJ and I have to be treated for that. And it feels like someone is standing over me, driving long, thin nails into my nipples at a rate of 1 per 6 seconds. I want to cry. I DO cry. I met with the pediatrician and the lactation consultant and now have meds for both LJ and me. But it takes many days to kick in, and in the meantime we're SOL.
And....she's sleeping lots in the night, which is yay. But it means I'm feeding less. Which means...oh, yeah. You guessed it. I have ANOTHER milk blister on my right nipple.
Someone tell me why no one talks about the hardships of breastfeeding. Goodness and light? Shit. I've been at it for 2 months, and really all I want to do it cut those fuckers off and be done with the whole thing.
Ow. Ouch... Ow.
Good thing she's so cute.