A little late with this one, but we’ve just returned from a long weekend down in Skåne, southern Sweden, with Husband’s family. The week has been a bit of a mixed bag with a terrible start and then the enjoyment of introducing Baby E to his grandparents, uncle and cousin.
I really didn’t have a good start to the week. On Sunday evening, I felt some pain in my left breast but thought nothing of it, as I could not feel any lumps that would suggest blocked milk ducts. But by the time we went to bed, I was in some pain and struggled to find a comfortable position to sleep in. I woke on Monday morning, checked my temperature and saw it was 37.6°, so higher than it should be but not too high but then it started to rise and rise and it became clear that I had mastitis. I won’t repeat myself here; you can read all about it in my post Two steps forward, one step back.
Tuesday was a bit of an odd day as I tried to clear up the mastitis. I spent an hour of so in the evening with the unenviable task of sorting out my receipts – urgh…
The next day, as I was feeling so much better, I had lunch with a colleague and then, as we had lunched right next door to the office, she and I headed back there and I caught up with my colleagues, which was fun.
This is Little O sitting and watching a DVD in a crate – surely the best place from a toddler’s perspective.
Elephants are all the rage in 2012 – Baby E’s new elephant comfort blanket, to join his pink elephant rattle.
Baby E in the car seat waiting to go on an adventure with Mamma and Pappa. We left Little O in the safe hands of his uncle and cousin to undertake adventures of his own (a trip to the local rubbish tip!), while we took Baby E into Malmö. Seeing as he only turned five weeks old that day, it was a sleepy adventure for Baby E and he snoozed through shopping and lunch.
The anti-colic brigade! Baby E has the Minifom before every feed and then also has the Semper tummy drops once a day. Plus I have cut back dramatically on dairy in my diet. I’m not sure which of these has eliminated much of his discomfort as I am loath to stop one of them and have the poor little mite screaming like that again. So, for now and until the colic “period” is over, we’ll rely on the boys in this photo!