Well, after being home with Olivia for a week, I ended up with Strep throat. HOW? You may ask. That's a very good question. We are still scratching our heads trying to figure that one out. No worries though. It is gone now after a quick Monday morning trip to the doctor, throat swab with instant (3min later) results, and the assistance of some antibiotics. Luckily that pesky ailment was only limited to me!! I took my last pill last Friday, but it was just in time to have dealt with Olivia's first bouts of spit up. Still, no worries. We were told that the antibiotics may upset her tummy, and babies spit up. It started Wednesday, and I thought that after I finished the antibiotics the spitting up, for the most part, would be done. At least the spitting up after EVERY feeding. By Sunday it had. But, in exchange for fewer spitting up bouts, we now have a raging case of THRUSH!! AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH! Called the pediatrician yesterday morning to tell her what was going on. Luckily she just called in the prescription and we did not have to make a trip. I say that like it is a hassle to go down the street. HA!! We are so lucky to have her doctor less than 5 minutes away. Back to the topic at hand. I noticed Sunday that her tongue was now sporting a nice, white, fuzzy coating, all over except the tip. Basically where my nipples rub every every 2 1/2 to 3 hours for 15 minutes each. LOL!! Just a little BF humor. I also noticed that I am starting to get it too. Chalky looking nipples and areolas are so HOT!! Thank goodness we got some Nystatin to nip this in the bud. Meanwhile, all things plastic that enter her mouth (droppers, pacifier, and bottle nipples...explaining later) will receive a vinegar bath after each entry. As well as my boobies and her mouth. We are going to get rid of this without passing it back and forth. OK! So at least that's the intention.

I feel so bad for my poor baby. I have realized that this must be painful for her because as the course of the day progresses, she nurses with a weaker and weaker suck. By 7, it is almost impossible to feed her. She will not even take a pacifier. All she does is cry. It is a combined cry of pain and hunger. So, as today goes by, I'll be pumping between feedings so that we will be able to give her a bottle that she can take at her own pace, rather than using me at her own pace. Ah, the joys of motherhood!!