Well, this week's been a blend of the oh-so-amazing and the oh-so-terrible.
On the plus side, we've had two lovely, sandy, beach-filled weekend days of sun and surf and red coast joy at Nana's beach hut. We've had jumpy trampoline time and baby cuddle time and good take-aways and lots of cosy gentle moments.
On the not-so-plus side, I have to go into hospital tonight and tomorrow to have my arm worked on, which means I'm putting the NHS through their 'how much can you accomodate an adamant breastfeeding mum' stride, to which they are actually responding with grace, believe it or not. I am now the biggest NHS fan on the planet, having survived 27 years of my life in the American anti-humanitarian health 'system' and now finding myself luckily landed in a country that believes in universal health care AND breastfeeding. How lucky can you get?
So our bank holiday weekend was gorgeous and wonderful, and now we're facing down a bit of a stressful week - with some formula feeds and a bit of adjustment. Here goes!
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