Can't drive, which I can't do anyway since Eric has the car... Mom working all day, Dad at a golf tournament, I am all alone with a 3 week old baby and a jealous chihuahua (she is not bad jealous, just neglected jealous. Don't worry, we snuggled.)
This morning was interesting- I'm thinking the hot chocolate makes him fussy- I guess I'll have to start brewing coffee or tea, I guess... I need something hot to drink.
But now he's his usual angelic self, so we're good. He really is a good baby, and I am completely blessed.
Yesterday we went to get a lump checked, turns out it was just because I carried him, and he has some estrogen going on, so he has a little right breast going on. He is now 10 lb, 8 oz. I've been so worried I was making enough for him... I guess I am! It's been really hard not knowing how much he's getting.
I'm still scared I'm going to fall apart inside- I've been sore for a few days since I picked him up in his carrier. Bigger nono than I thought (I thought it was a no, but Eric insisted the nurse said it was OK.
Still scared I'm bleeding internally somehow and going to fall apart.
*sigh* I don't like surgery.
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