On the positive side… Ally is a champion sleeper. She slept 14 hours last night from 6pm – 8am. She nursed at 10pm (probably because I disturbed her by bringing her into my room when I wanted to go to bed, and she hadn’t eaten since 4pm). Then she nursed at 1:30am and 5:30am. That may not be the most amazing night we’ve had, but I’m grateful that she went right back to sleep each time, that she nurses in around 10-15 minutes, and that she has had her days and nights figured out from the beginning.
On the not-so-positive side… I’m 98% sure that I have mastitis. I have every single symptom, and feel like crap. Fever, every inch of my body aches, redness, tenderness, swelling. I also feel super woozy, and am hoping that Isaac continues to nap until Chris comes home because I feel like if I had to walk up the stairs right now, I might pass out. Plus, Ally’s nursing. (AND since there’s a doctor shortage in TH, if I want to be seen I have to go to the ER and wait for several hours. With Ally. By myself. Feeling like crap).
And did I mention that we’re having 15-20 people over tonight for a BBQ? Chris is leading an impact group this fall for married PSMA students, and they are all coming over to kick off the year. In an hour and ten minutes…
Oh, and today I yelled at Isaac. It was only somewhat “deserved”, and I felt like the worst mother ever. Poor little guy just wants his mommy… but mommy is holding the fussy baby, and feels crappy, and needs to remember to pray for patience.
AND… I feel fat and flabby. Losing the weight the second time around is WAAAY harder. I still don’t fit into my pre-pregnancy jeans… and I’m living in track pants. Which makes me feel frumpy and fat. Getting dressed is sorta depressing.
Um… oh and one more thing… we are weeks away from being out of flying money for Chris. No idea what we’ll do then… except continue trusting God.
And that’s today.
No peppy ending… just a promise of His mercies being new every morning.
Thank God for that.