I feel like just when I start feeling really good, something happens and I feel bad again. Last week I walked around and was too active. I paid for it by being in lots of pain again and having to rest for a few days. This weekend I started feeling great again and then I got mastitis. The worst thing about it is that not only does my breast hurt like crazy (and nursing kills!), my whole body is super achy and sore, and I have a low grade fever and chills. It's pretty awful. It started Thursday night and I called the doctor Friday. I started an antibiotic and I've taken some tylenol, so I'm feeling better but still hurting. I guess it's not surprising that I'm still not fully recovered, my body is working overtime to now rid an infection, make milk to feed a baby, and recover from having a baby...all with only 2 1/2 hour increments of sleep every day and night.
On a brighter note, I am SO completely in love with Blake! He just gets more sweet and adorable every day. I absolutely love nursing him too!! I'm a little surprised at that because I was wary of it at first. But it's really a cool thing that I'm the only one that can feed him. It's also such a sweet bonding time. I think my neck is going to be permanently curved down from always looking at him while I hold him and nurse him. I seriously love it. He is such a good baby too! Sometimes when he cries I get frustrated, but then I realize that he hardly ever cries compared to some babies. And even though he has gas, which is getting better, he doesn't cry like colic so that's awesome. Plus he's a great sleeper and he seems to eat pretty well too. Sometimes I just want to hold him and play with him for a long time while he's awake, but he gets overtired and has to take naps or else he gets really cranky. I feel like I'm kind of figuring it out and doing a pretty decent job.
And I have the best husband. He is so sweet and so wonderful. He absolutely loves Blake and takes such good care of him too! Sometimes I do freak out for a mili-second when they play, but then I remember he's a dad, and dads are much more daring than moms (and he would never ever do anything to hurt Blake). :-) And he takes such good care of me. I seriously love that man. I feel so incredibly blessed!!!