Here we go again

As little as a few days ago, I thought my breastfeeding problems were over. Atti still does not attach properly, and consequently feeding gets a bit painful after many feeds in one day, but my supply, while not abundant, had become more than sufficient felt plentiful. I could feed Atti expressed breast-milk during the day, give him breast feeds at night, and freeze anything left over each day. Utterly brilliant. All the effort and expense of the past three months had paid off. My doctor even convinced me to start slowly dropping down the amount of domperidol I am on.

Then I flew east to visit my family. And the pears, they have shaped everything. (Given that I am in qld, shouldn't it be banana or mango shaped?)

( Long discussion of breast feeding problems that probably are of interest to noone except Fred_Mouse! )

* I am also thinking my pump is not working properly

All the small things loooove me

I am sitting in my mum's house with a small fluffy dog curled up next to me, and her weerio climbing all over me (tickles when it climbs down my back) waiting for the baby sleeping at my feet to wake up. I am currently the favourite of all the small things in this house. 

Update - The bird just laid an egg on me. Do you suppose that means she loves me or that she thinks I am a tree?