Friday, January 11, 2008

Cup of tea

It's a blustery, gray day outside and I'm at home nursing a painful plugged milk duct and a bad attitude. It's the kind of day that before le Petit arrived I would have spent curled up on the couch under a thick blanket with a cup of tea and a good book.

Alas, when I make myself a cup of tea these days it tends to go cold before I finish it. Either le Petit decides he wants to be in my arms grabbing at any hot beverages in reach, or there's an urgent diaper to change. Books are thankfully a bit easier, because they can be read with my free arm while he's nursing.

Le Petit is in a six-month fussy-teething-I-just-discovered-that-the-world-is-very-big-
and-I'm-very-small-and-can't-even-crawl-yet funk now, and he's got an extraordinary appetite to boot. He's waking up earlier and more often, and I'm tired and feeling unjustly sorry for myself.

We're going to the pediatrician today, and I'm hoping he can give me some advice on the plugged duct. I'm beginning to tread into uncharted territory, since in France, it seems to be rare to nurse past two or three months. My gynecologist doesn't seem well-informed about breastfeeding. I decided to quit asking him questions about it after he seemed surprised that I hadn't gotten my period back at four months postpartum. My pediatrician is very supportive of breastfeeding, but I don't know if he'll be able to give me much advice about my health.

I don't only have things to gripe about today, however. Last night my husband and I went to see Jordi Savall at the Cité de la Musique, and it was one of the best concerts I've been to in some time. So, I'll go put on the concert recording, throw a kettle on the stove, and try to stop feeling so crappy.

But I'll go change a diaper first.

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