I’m laying on the couch, feeling like death. Mastitis got me yet again. Ian, however, is having the adventure of his life. Literally. His best Debbie took him to her son’s school for story time (she was reading spooky stories), and the whole class thought he was pretty neat. Here he is, being held by […]Read Post ›
As many of you know, mama’s mastitis returned. Came back on Sunday as my dears Tiffany and Katie were leaving. I suddenly felt lightening bolts in my right breast and the moment they left, I pulled up my shirt in front of the mirror and lo and behold: Red Polka Dot Boob. This was AFTER […]Read Post ›
I got some red hot streaky boobs. Lovely. Lesson: Pump when engorged in the middle of the night. Even if this makes more milk, I’d rather have that than an infection. Pardon me while I put a heat pack on my bosoms and wait for my prescription to be ready. In other news, I called […]Read Post ›
Day two was rough. Not the training, the baby. He was much needier, and I was tired and in pain, and the pain causes me extreme anxiety, which leads to not happy mamaness, which doesn’t help anyone or anything. Needless to say, it was very challenging for me to focus on doula training and I […]Read Post ›
Mama Mandy 