I also may have survived weaning. Today is the first day in ages I did not wake up in more pain than the day before. Not having that level of constantly elevating pain means I woke up in a FABULOUS mood today. Oh, don't get me wrong. It still hurts like a mother. But yesterday my very large, hard left boob had red splotches on it and I started to worry I was on the road to mastitis. The last time I saw splotches like that was when my milk first came in. And it was so, so painful yesterday. But. I think we may be on the road to recovery. I don't know if I can say the liberal use of cabbage leaves has helped me, or if this thing just ran its course finally. I guess you never know if treatments actually work - I often wonder if my epidural worked, since I was still in so much pain after it. Or would the pain have been so much worse had I not had it...?
After having my blackout shades hung, I can say with a great deal of joy that B has slept until 7 the last two days! Huzzah! I don't know why but that one extra hour makes a huge difference (although nine or even eight would be much better). And these days when he wakes he tends to play around for about twenty minutes or so before calling out to me. It makes me wonder how much more sleep I'd get if he had his own room...?
Which brings me to my next house project...I am seriously considering building a room for B. Didn't you just do this with the attic, you ask? Yes. However, unfortunately it's obvious that he cannot be left up here unattended for years (I'm not cool with him scaling that ladder until he's at least five...maybe seven?). And there may be another baby. And I kind of want my bedroom back. But I certainly can't be shelling out for construction projects right now. Still, to replace part of the old second bedroom wall and then build a long hallway so there will still be direct access to the bathroom from the living room, would be great. I squeal with delight when I think about decorating a real boy's room instead of just an open holding area for boxes of junk...but oh, the expense! And the mess of concrete dust and men tromping in and out. But it's either that or switch out all the furniture and closets so B can have my room while I move out into the open area...and that's a huge pain in the ass, too. I suppose I could get an estimate. It's too bad this upstairs contractor has pissed me off so bad by not installing my cabinet doors yet - I don't know if I'd be willing to use him again after this.
Here is a picture of the creepy Japanese blow up bouncy horse I got B for his birthday: