I woke up to feed Ellie around 3 am early Friday morning, and noticed my stomach felt weird - kind of hurt but hard to describe. Brad left for work at his normal time, and by 10 am, I was balled up on the sofa praying E would stay entertained on her playmat because I barely had enough energy to lift her. I called Brad, relayed the situation, and he very kindly moved his schedule around so he could be home and I could be in bed.
It's now almost 9 pm on Saturday, and I'm finally starting to feel better after needing both ends on the toilet for the last 36 hours. I've been sustaining on a diet of ginger ale, pedialyte, and saltines, and have been praying that's enough to keep my milk supply up.
Getting sick while having a baby, a baby you're exclusively breastfeeding no less, is no walk in the park. A huge thank you to B for picking up all the slack the last two days. Needless to say, we're ready for our normal back.
One of the photos I received while I was up in bed and B was on full time daddy duty :)
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