So much debate on what to title today’s post, I was torn between “I can do hard things” or “10 days of H.E double hockey sticks”.
These not so glamorous pictures, were taken right after my Dr.s appointment, the one where I was encouraged to stop breastfeeding Briton, and right before my husband took off on his first (of 2) business trip. (see post here)
I threw on a dress that I could not breastfeed in along with multiple tight sports bras, kissed my husband goodbye and prayed like I had never prayed before. I was going to do this weening process solo. And to say I was nervous is an understatement.
*What made me so nervous is that if I did contract mastitis I couldn’t take the antibiotic and would just have to suffer through it. Because I am seven months pregnant and the medication would affect the unborn babies developing teeth, causing them to be yellow .Obviously I would never take it knowing that, hence all the praying.
The 4 days went by slowly, days ran into night as I just held my crying Briton as he so desperately wanted to nurse. Him smelling and feeling where he used to find comfort & with no one else to hold him but me, I would just say repeatedly through tears “all gone”,”all done”.
Other than extremely itchy breasts. Which I never scratch, just rub lotion on, because I am paranoid of scratching severely stretched out skin (due to pregnancy) for the fear of stretch marks. I never got mastitis! Which I have gotten every single time I have weened.
My husband came home, went skiing with his friends who came in town and then he was off again on another business trip.
Even with him gone, the week ahead was an exciting one. I had some fun jobs and projects I was scheduled for and I found great comfort knowing I didn’t leave a breastfeeding toddler at home.
We were on the up and up. Thinking the worst was behind me. And we would start getting some sleep.
The night I came home from Park City, I close my eyes and hear 3 barking seals in the middle of the night aka my children coughing. UGH! Then my 5 year screams out in pain. He is holding his ear. Saying his ear hurts so bad. I google ear infections and it says its uncommon after the age of 4.
I take them all in, they all have ear infections, and little Britsy has an eye infection. Mucus is coming from his little eyes so I have to put medication in his eyes every couple hrs. Which is just terrible.
Knowing my husband will be home this weekend I didn’t want to waste any time so I decided to take my glucose test while already doing the whole dr. scene. Jokes on me!
I take the drink and then get informed that it will be an hr. after I finish my drink that my blood will be drawn. The kids were as good as three littles ones could be in a severly boring waiting room. Pretty much the longest hr. of my life and I have never been so excited to get my blood drawn, ever!
I had two kids climbing all over me while Hudson covered his ears, closed eyes while his shirt was over his mouth spinning in a chair next to me.
*he told me he didn’t want to see, hear, or smell the blood coming out of my body – he is like me and hates blood!
And then we were done!
Hudson was so sweet to me and just hugged and hugged me. Even when we returned home I was doing the dishes and he just kept on holding on to me. He asked if I had to do that when he was in my stomach.
I felt so appreciated, even though I’d say me getting my blood drawn was by far the easiest thing that took place in a while.
I picked up my husband from the airport, on my way there I heard this song
Even though the lyrics don’t totally make sense for my scenario. It just made me so excited to see my husband, hear a nice male voice in the car, with no more good byes, no more breastfeeding. I was grateful the kids were now all on antibiotics and so-o ready to go home and to stop “Dancing on my Own”.
It’s such a mental relief having him home.
*long story short I am so grateful that I didn’t get mastitis (first time ever!) and that we are DONE breastfeeding. Although I miss my alone time with Briton when would drop the kids off to preschool and just he and I would get in a warm bath. He would nurse and then we would both take a nap. That’s the part I miss most.
*ps I don’t mind my husband traveling & he has a killer job that he does amazing at. I just wished I had maybe of chosen a different week to do the whole weaning process. One where he was here to do it with me. But it’s all over, Thank Heavens!