I wish I wasn’t writing this right now, but here it goes… I’m back in the hospital battling an awful mysterious GI issue. When I was discharged from the hospital, I knew I wasn’t physically ready but I missed my family so desperately I went home anyway. Lesson learned. I’m starting to feel exhausted by this whole process. I’m also learning a few things and gaining some perspective…
I’m incredibly lucky to have friends and family to love and care for me and my family during this difficult time.
Nurses are everyday heroes. I’ve been met with so much kindness (and patience). I met a woman today willing to go above and beyond to help me continue to provide my baby with breastmilk, including drive my pumped breastmilk to my home after her shift. I’m overwhelmed by this kindness and just the humanity of it all.
I’ve learned how absolutely devoted to breastfeeding I really am. I’ve been toting around a manual pump in my purse and through ER visits, pancreatitis, dehydration, gastritis, a liquid diet, and all the consequntial anxiety, I kept pumping. I’m still pumping. I don’t intend to EP again but I do intend to breastfeed. (Baby N latches like a pro! Hooray!)