The mastitis is lessening. In large part due to my mother-in-law’s help yesterday. I had called my husband and suggested (in a very mild way, really) that he must figure a way to help me. I didn’t think he’d want to cut his trip short, and so he called his mom. I couldn’t – couldn’t! – bring myself to do that of my own accord, though I knew I needed the help. What is wrong with me, anyway? I can call my own mom, suggest that Dad speed up his airplane-buying a bit so he can fly her out for a weekend to help me bake a cake, but can’t make any declarative statement to Hubby’s mom about real needs. *sigh* I always feel like I don’t want to ‘mess up’ others’ lives or plans, OR make them feel guilty by requesting something they can’t provide. Except my folks. šŸ™‚ In any case, she came about 1:00, fed the kids lunch, played with them a lot, washed dishes a lot, made BLTs for dinner (yum!), and probably didn’t leave until 8:30 or so. What a blessing. The resting really did help a lot. So I had enough energy to nurse Baby while standing sentinel over The Crib until 10:00 p.m. And really, I can’t stand nursing. I can sit nursing, I can even lie nursing, but standing? Yikes.

Gi-gi was released from the hospital yesterday, and got home around 3:30. She called me later to let me know, and I’m shocked at how old and tired she sounds. She’s still dealing with her arm, obviously, and will need physical therapy to be able to bend and unbend her arm and fingers, I think. Two weeks ago she was doing laundry here, cleaning out messes, badgering me about recycling and dishing out grapes and cottage cheese to the kids. She’s also dealing with some frustrating… gastrointestinal issues, which make recovery even tougher. And get this: She doesn’t have the Medicare prescription stuff because she Doesn’t Need Prescription Medication. Usually. They prescribed her 2 oral antibiotics to be taking. One is about $80-$100 to fill, and the other is seventeen hundred dollars. NO, I’m NOT kidding. Costco quoted her $1500, but their pharmacy was closing shortly until after the holiday. I don’t know about you, but I’ve never even heard of drugs costing that much. Unless you were on 50 different ones for HIV or something. Or buying them in a syringe on a street corner. I hope they’re necessary and do the job.

Hubby will be home this evening, and I’m so glad. Apparently I’m too lazy to take out the garbage, and his return will be none too soon. šŸ™‚

Big Sister is 8 today! The celebration will wait, though, until I can prepare properly. And she brought me a tray this morning with a handful of cheerios, a sliced/diced apple, 3 plums, a piece of toast with peach jam and a bouquet of dead flowers (Little Artist has been ‘picking’ from the bouquet I got when Baby was born). Topped with a layer of bright pink tissue paper. šŸ™‚ Her disappointment with the delayed party has eased, thankfully, and she gets to look forward to her Green Tomato Cake and pinata for a longer time now.

Wondering how the garden and critters are doing? Me too…