WE MADE IT!!!! and then...
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Rewind to Friday evening and I was feeling pretty pleased with myself and our little fam. Not only had we survived our first proper week as a three, but it had actually been enjoyable. I know, I try to hide the shock in my voice when I say that ;)
Just as I was about to kick back and fully bask in our glory, I was rudely interrupted by my own stomach. Oh yeah, turns out I like to celebrate with some good old fashioned throwing my guts up. Nice huh. Of all the times to come down with a vomiting bug! There I was, minding my own business feeling happily exhausted and excited for our weekend, and then bam, date with my toilet.
I can honestly say the last few days have been some of the most challenging. Breastfeeding whilst unwell is NOT fun.
I'm happy to report it was just a 24 hour bug, and I'm now trying to build my strength back up with the help of Mr. Heinz. Praise the lord for Mr Heinz and that tomato soup goodness of his ;)
Now I'm feeling better, back to celebrating. Last week would not have gone as smoothly if it wasn't for that gorgeous boy of mine pictured above. Seriously, his love and patience for Archie never fails to astound me for someone so small. He has been my little helper. I couldn't have done it without you, buddy!
As for this weekend, hello husband of the year, I owe you one ;) Oh wait, I'm taking the boys away this week with my mum and sis. I think that's what people call, 'we're quits' ;). Honestly though, you are the best.
So first week under my belt, along with a vomiting bug.
Second week, holidaying with the boys sans father.
Wish me luck ;)
* I just wanted to say a big thank you for the response to my last post. Feeding seems to be a somewhat taboo subject these days. I'm happy I can share my experiences with you and I'm met with zero judgement, only support. You guys rock, thank you, it really does mean a lot x
Just as I was about to kick back and fully bask in our glory, I was rudely interrupted by my own stomach. Oh yeah, turns out I like to celebrate with some good old fashioned throwing my guts up. Nice huh. Of all the times to come down with a vomiting bug! There I was, minding my own business feeling happily exhausted and excited for our weekend, and then bam, date with my toilet.
I can honestly say the last few days have been some of the most challenging. Breastfeeding whilst unwell is NOT fun.
I'm happy to report it was just a 24 hour bug, and I'm now trying to build my strength back up with the help of Mr. Heinz. Praise the lord for Mr Heinz and that tomato soup goodness of his ;)
Now I'm feeling better, back to celebrating. Last week would not have gone as smoothly if it wasn't for that gorgeous boy of mine pictured above. Seriously, his love and patience for Archie never fails to astound me for someone so small. He has been my little helper. I couldn't have done it without you, buddy!
As for this weekend, hello husband of the year, I owe you one ;) Oh wait, I'm taking the boys away this week with my mum and sis. I think that's what people call, 'we're quits' ;). Honestly though, you are the best.
So first week under my belt, along with a vomiting bug.
Second week, holidaying with the boys sans father.
Wish me luck ;)
* I just wanted to say a big thank you for the response to my last post. Feeding seems to be a somewhat taboo subject these days. I'm happy I can share my experiences with you and I'm met with zero judgement, only support. You guys rock, thank you, it really does mean a lot x
