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Nighty Night And Sleep Tight

Normally I can't get a nap in to save my life. The last few weeks of being pregnant, I was able to squeeze one a day in because of my awesome mother in law. Here at the hospital, you'd think I would be napping all day long. Unfortunately, my brain doesn't work that way.

Between the incision that's bleeding out and the swollen feet and cankles (!) and the constant, constant worrying, I think I'm going to take a nap and then it goes to hell. When I do get to sleep, I get in a good deep sleep then, of course, get woken up. I sit up thinking I've slept for a couple hours, at least, but then realize no, it's only been 20 minutes. I should be happy about this though yes? Napping for 15 minutes thinking it was an hour is SO much better than napping for an hour and feeling like it's been only ten minutes.

I'm not making much sense am I? Gah. I'll tell you why. The girls. The boobies. The twins.

My boobs are enormously, painfully, shockingly huge. They are getting rock hard and I can't seem to get shit out of them. I mean I don't want shit, clearly not the option I'm going with. I know that there's milk in there because it drips on the baby's face when she's attempting to latch on. I've pumped on that particular breast that is having issues and not a single drop comes out. I've used hot washcloths, massage, expelling by hand. I just can't get anything out. I get an ounce out of the right one every single time. I'm just waiting for the letdown of milk. I hear tell that most women knew when it was happening. I'm still waiting. God knows it's got to be happening soon. Any ideas on how to get the milk out? Help a sister out please.


Steph said…
You can't stress, the more you stress about it coming out the more you watch the boob as you pump, the worse it will be for getting a let down. It can also take up to 20 minutes for some woman to experience let down. So don't give up to early. It may also help if you pump both at the same time, if you can. And make sure your fluid intake, especially water is half of your body wieght in oz. Seems crazy, but the more liquids the more your body has to spare to produce. Good luck hun, you can do it!!!

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