Meh. Here's the update for Tuesday.
Operation Hot mama is on hold due to the fact I am GAINING weight. I don't know what the hell is going on. I counted calories religiously for a week and my weight went UP. I'm very discouraged and that discouragement has led me to eat things like the fantastic peach cobbler my gourmet chef next door neighbors cooked for us. Damn it was good, but man I felt really guilty afterwards. I'm considering my options, which including saying eff it for now and focusing on other more pressing matters like healing this freaking incision and getting my milk supply back up.
Still in breastfeeding HELL. Although I found an online support group of other moms who pump milk exclusively and it's been helpful. We all agree this is sheer hell. She refuses the breast STILL. We did have one day where she nursed for a whole 15 minutes. Then the next day nada, no interest. I tried dropping a few pumpings and my supply went down um a LOT. So I experimented all weekend with more pumpings of various times and can tell you for sure, that eight pumpings a day is the quickest route to insanity. We're going to the lactation consultant again today.
Diabetes = gone! I got the blood test results yesterday. Phew and double phew.
Incision = still not healing properly. Pete's graduated to a whole new level of wound care, complete with saline irrigation and wider packing tape. The nurses suggested eating more protein, so I'm gonna try that.
My parents are coming for Thanksgiving, and really to help out some more. Hallelujah. Seriously.
In hair news, I've figured out if I shower at night, then apply gel and go to bed with wetish hair, I don't have clown head in the morning. Which is a good thing, given I don't get to actually shower until the day is long gone.