Michael kept on trying to tell me, "Everything is going to be different by Monday," but I never let myself believe him. I don't know why I was choosing to not have hope. I was just depressed (post-partum hormones didn't help). But that's when hope is most needed, in those situations that seem like there's no end in sight. Everyone needs a little something to hold onto.
But guess what! By Monday, everything really was different. I was able to nurse Isaac all day and all night (and not pump and syringe feed him) for the first time in days. The latch still hurt, but it went away almost immediately after. I'm SOOOOO incredibly thankful and elated that things have turned a corner.
I love this little boy SOOOO much, and I'm just so happy that I get to enjoy him now. There are a couple of minor issues that I'm going to work on with my lactation consultant today, but we are leaps and bounds from where we were last week. I'd say we'll be completely out of the woods in another 3 days.
So thank you, Mellanie (my LC). Thank you, Dr. ENT, for the tongue clip. Thank you, everyone who made me and my family dinner (everything was amazing!). And thank all of you for your all of your prayers and encouragement. I'm so beyond thankful!
|P.S. I forgot how much I adore wearing my babies. Look at this precious boy! Will you judge me if I say that he's my cutest newborn? (My other two are cute now, of course.) I need to take more pictures. I'm pretty smitten, though.|