boobs. hurt.

ouch!

I weaned Kierstyn.  I can't remember if I mentioned that before and I'm too lazy to go searching.

Anyway, it's done. Over. Kaput.

And I am in pain.

Yes, yes.  The emotional pain is one thing.  It is a close second to tragic. I can no longer breastfeed. Not ever again.  I got shortchanged on that one, but I am infinitely grateful for the full six months of sweet, amazing and beautiful bonding time I had with my precious baby girl.

But I'm not talking about my personal issues.  I'm talking all out, physical, tingling, burning, aching, feeling like they're going to burst PAIN.

There.  I said it.  Call me what you want.

FTR, I was told I could wean off of the Coumadin (blood thinner prescription for my blood clot) after 6 mos.  I was also told that it was more beneficial to the baby to nurse her than to formula feed her, even with all the meds.  I believed them.

Until...

I barely tapped her knee to the doorknob as I tried to open the hellaciously heavy door at my OB's office.

And later that day, there was a large, unsightly bruise.

Then I was told that I would not only be unable to wean off Coumadin, but I have to be on it for

the
rest
of
my
life.

That was enough.  I weaned her within a few weeks.  We did it in three days.

My mom did it in three days with me. My mom told me I could do it.  I believed her.  And we did it.

Did I mention how INCONVENIENT bottles are?  Hate em.

Isn't she wonderfully delicious? Hasn't missed a meal yet.