
So, we are on the tail end of another cold. Poor Sophia. Having a pediatrician as a daddy does have it's downside. He tries so hard not to get her sick, but I think it's inevitable. Luckily, it's just been lots of colds so far. I just hate hearing that pitiful cough.
My blisters are clearing up, thankfully, and I've resigned myself to wearing plastic nipple shells for the duration of breastfeeding. I hate them, but they are a lot better than the blisters. We get to start solids soon. I can't wait. I'm experiencing breastfeeding burnout. And I don't feel like I can take much of a break because we went through a good bit of my freezer stash during the last round of blisters. I had also stopped pumping so now I'm only getting an ounce or two at my evening pumping, so it takes me 3 days to have enough for one feed. It's going to take a little while to build things up again.
I love having a smiling and interactive little girl. It makes everything so much easier. She may have been late to smile and had her parents worried, but she's making up for lost time and I'm loving every minute. It has done wonders for her daddy's mood, too. I can see him not wanting to leave her in the morning and soaking it up during the evening instead of trying to find excuses to hand her off. We're enjoying the reprieve between colic and teething. May it last awhile!
