So let's see... It's 8:40am on Thursday the 24th. I believe I slept for about 3-4 hours during the wee hours of Tuesday the 22nd after searching for a dead chicken. Needless to say that, yes, I am extremely tired.
Know how I keep saying that there's no such thing as time when you live in the hospital? I thought it was just me that felt that way but the feeling finally sank into Dan as well.
We went to the cafeteria for our "breakfast bacon" at 6:30am. Not once has he stuck to the two pieces of bacon that we daily agree on during our walk there. Whole plate load and $13 later, we head back to our unit.
By 8:00am, he was glancing at his plate again and asked, "Do you think it's okay to eat eggs that have been sitting out all day?"
Really Dan? They were purchased an hour and a half ago. Eat the damn scrambled eggs! He somehow already thought they were from yesterday..
K, done with that story. Tangent alert!
Some women never produce breast milk. Some only produce it for 2 weeks while others produce it for 7 years. I have pumped and pumped and pumped every 3 hours since Son's birth. Well... at 5 weeks old, and without having a baby to hold to my chest, it appears I have started to dry up.
I told Son's nurse that he will soon need to switch to formula when the supply runs out.
She says, "Oh well there are ways we can fix that."
Fix "that"? You mean "fix me"?
I'm broken?
Thought this was a totally normal thing but I guess not, and now I need to be fixed.
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