Fighting Thrush

This is my attempt at blogging quickly before the half pint wakes up. I’m really glad Avery slept ok considering she isn’t eating very well. Poor little girl has thrush, which means I have it too. Thrush was the goliath that took out Emily’s chances at breastfeeding. Its like a yeast infection in your mouth. I know how I feel with the needles jabed into my nips every time she latches on, so I can imagine how that feels in her little tiny little mouth! Ouchie! I tried to go to see my Doctor, but they were full for walk-in’s, but I got into another clinic! With Emily we had Nystatin a million times and it really didn’t work all that well. We have that again, but they also gave me Fluconizole,  a $25 pill that will seriously take out the thrush in my body. It was the only thing that worked last time, so I asked for it this time. The doctor said he normally wouldn’t go to that right away, but given my history of thrush ruining everything for me and Emily he said ok. It works out ok because I have 350 oz of breastmilk stored in the freezer. I have my own little Milk bank. If you need any you know who to call. haha. She’ll have that for 24 hours until the main part of the med is out of my system. It’s been really hard to go back to a bottle, but I know she will do just fine switching back later today. She doesn’t seem to have nipple confusion other than that she eat better, more relaxed and swallows less air nursing! I really didn’t think I would get to a place where I was even ok breastfeeding after Emily’s nightmare experience. But here I am having nursed her for 3 weeks, and I really don’t mind it at all. I think I might even like it. Its kinda neat, not to mention convenient.

I let Emily play with “garley” (barley) today. She can say it, but chooses not to. I coloured 4 colours of barley and put it in a try and she used sand toys to play with it. Good for fine motor skills! I always wanted to be that mom who’s kid can do algebra in grade 2 and can actually play the game operation. I have such good intentions, but I realize my anal retentiveness is really getting in the way. I’ve become a bit of a neat freak. Outside I’m fine, she comes back in the house looking like a homeless kid who hugged a very sappy tree, but inside the house is a different story altogether. She already got the garley taken away because she dumped half of it on the floor. I’m not really sure why it bugs me so much but it does. Even when we play playdough I have a hard time just letting her play. I’ve gotten over letting her mix colours, but I have a hard time letting her mix all the colours at once. I really need to let go of that. I need to find things to do to let her play and explore and make a mess, not wreck things, just make a mess. I’ll have to google that later.

Mixing it up!Pouring garley. This led to a garley waterfall onto the floor.

We got out the paints yesterday too. Those weren’t as messy as I thought they’d be. They were a gift from Auntie Teresa. She had alot of fun painting these letters we molded a few days before. Most of the stuff I mold has to be thrown out, but that’s cause it started out as food. This stuff was plaster of Paris.

Morgan got an easle from the dump, so I’ve been meaning to let her paint on the deck, but we are only really starting to get things together since we got home from the hospital.

Well it is now time to go fee Avery bottle number 6 of 9. Almost done!

I know it looks like another substance than paint, but it really is paint.