I think this picture sums up my life really well:
Not enough time or hands to do all the things I need to.
Since my ER trip for my gall bladder attack two weeks ago I’ve eaten really well. And by really well I mean a really boring, bland diet with practically no fat.
Well, two weeks into eating well and feeling better got me feeling almost normal. And almost normal people occasionally eat a treat, right?
Eating this delicious pumpkin cookie was not a good idea. Eating two (one after breakfast and one after dinner, naturally) was an even worse idea. My body let me know this by going into another attack, this one so much worse than the first! The pain was SO FREAKING BAD!! Like labor x10! It lasted a full hour and a half and was basically torture! I would’ve sobbed through it if crying didn’t make it feel even worse!
And Ember was hungry and refuses a bottle so I had to nurse her through it! Agony I tell ya!
NO more fat for me!! And I guess I’m getting my butt to a surgeon pronto! “Please, take this wretched gall bladder out, doc.” That’s what I will say.
The last two days it’s been hard to take pictures. Ember must be going through a growth spurt or something because she wants to be attached to my boob ALL day.
No really, ALLLLLLLLLL DAAAAAAAAY! And night.
It’s a bit extreme but at least she’s eating well and is healthy, right?
“Where is your boob, mother? Why did you hide it away in that bra? I was not done yet!”
Ember likes being outside.
Brooklyn – still in love.
Tonight I was giving Payson a bath and Ember’s eyes were so huge listening to the water running and Payson being loud.
I just finished pumping at the same time as I finished this post. How funny.
I think I’ll go to bed now. Thirty minutes ago Ember drank so much she’s in a milk coma that should last another hour.