"Stella, where are you supposed to go poo poo?"
"On da potty."
Well, it's a start.
She also knows how to tell you that she wants a treat when she is sitting on the potty.
Had to get an MRI today. They had to put some sort of contrast dye in me. I want informed that I would have to "pump and dump" for twenty-four hours. For the uninitiated, that means Gianna cannot have my radioactive (I exaggerate) breast milk for twenty-four hours.
In breastfeeding realms there's really nothing sadder than having a tired, hungry child cry the cry of wanting to nurse and being physically unable to satiate that cry.
She did, however, take a bottle. This is good. But I will be happy to get back to nursing tomorrow morning.
Right after my first haircut since Thanksgiving.
Here's a before:
Notice the mullet happening in the back? It will be sent a-packing tomorrow.
Do you detect a glow? It's that contrast dye surging through my veins. It's "harmless." That's why I can't breastfeed my child.
3 comments:
I am all about nuclear energy as long as we can continue to breast feed.
Is that stuff out of your body in 24 hrs?! Geesh. Loved the post about Stella's new found (or maybe not so new) words. "Help." Ha, so cute!! Makes you wonder what else is going on those little minds.
That looks like a face I make.
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