A grapefruit and a bowling ball

Attention male readers: you may enjoy this boob related material more than today's post. You've been warned.

Somebody open a window. Because I'm about to vent.



Now that baby C is almost three months old, I thought that I had breastfeeding under control. I had quite a bit of trouble the first few weeks. But, like I said, I thought it was under control. I've even gotten used to seeing two giant leaky grapefruits in my nursing bra.


Last night I noticed that I had one grapefruit and one bowling ball. Yikes!


This morning at the doctor's office I encountered on of Santa's jolliest elves. This is how the convo went:


Jolly Nurse: Can you describe the problem for me?


Me: Righty is very swollen and has a big hard spot.


Jolly Nurse: Can you describe the lump?


Me: Yes, it feels like four legos.


(I don't know why that's the first thing that came to mind. But she wrote it down like it was a reasonable answer.)


Jolly Nurse: Have you had any problems in the past with nursing?


Me: Yes, I have a low milk supply.


Jolly Nurse: OH HOW FUNNY! I was the exact OPPOSITE. I had so much milk I didn't know what to do with it all.


(At this point I'm smirking and nodding on the outside, but inside I'm screaming "Stop bragging, Dairy Queen!")


Then the doctor came in. Merry Christmas! It's a breast infection.





Phwew! I feel better. Thanks for letting me vent. Now on to happier things.



M and I are so excited about our first Christmas as a family of three. We're doing our celebrating today, watching movies and cooking and just spending time together. Just the three of us. So lovely! M is happy as can be, roasting a duck. My hubby LOVES alternative birds. No turkey for that guy! Even a lactation crisis can't spoil the good times.



I hope you are all having a warm cozy day as well. I'll leave you with a picture of my precious little Santa Baby.