It is 6:12. I am at my desk with the BREASTPUMP which I thought I was done with but, you know, I guess I left it sitting behind my desk for good reason.
Tiny Boy is due at the hospital for ear tube surgery within the hour.
Has not nursed, therefore, since bedtime last night, and that was only one side, so the other breast? It fucking HURTS and will not make it until after whenever he can nurse again, which, with Tiny Boy's history, might be a fucking long time.
Did I mention the part where he threw up all over me, the rocking chair, and the floor last night? Would think virus except, yes, he's tugging his left ear. So who knows, maybe an ear infection will prevent him from having ear tube surgery? I should probably stop typing this and find the phone number for the hospital. Sigh.
Tiny Boy is due at the hospital for ear tube surgery within the hour.
Has not nursed, therefore, since bedtime last night, and that was only one side, so the other breast? It fucking HURTS and will not make it until after whenever he can nurse again, which, with Tiny Boy's history, might be a fucking long time.
Did I mention the part where he threw up all over me, the rocking chair, and the floor last night? Would think virus except, yes, he's tugging his left ear. So who knows, maybe an ear infection will prevent him from having ear tube surgery? I should probably stop typing this and find the phone number for the hospital. Sigh.
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