It has been kind of a rough week for me so far, but things are looking up. On Tuesday night I vomited a rather unlady-like amount of blood and was admitted into the hospital for pancreatitis. Basically, my pancreas was swollen and infected and it can be brought on by any number of things. It has little to do with diabetes, so I was happy about that at least. They stuck a scope down into my stomach and found a couple of tiny bits of concern, one of which they biopsied. I will get those results in a couple of weeks. They didn’t let me eat for about 50 hours and even then it was liquid diet. I was sooooo hungry! Whoever said that hunger pains vanish after a day was a big liar. My blood work finally evened out and I got to eat real food and then got to go home. They never did find the cause. One big sign that I am (possibly)fertile again decided to come visit me while I was there as well which was cause for many emotions. MANY EMOTIONS.

So it was really hard for me to be away from Lea for those 3 or so days. I have never been gone from her for more than 2 hours and we were both upset at the separation. Miles did the best that he could and it was hard on him as well. He didn’t get much sleep and had to figure out ways to get past Lea’s demands for “Mama Mulk.” I did some pumping and dumping (they gave me lots of drugs which I didn't want to share with my baby) at the hospital all while getting very strange looks from the nurses who knew Lea’s age. On that note, Lea will wean when she is ready and I am not going to snatch away her biggest source of comfort and (partial source of) nutrition without her being ready. I have faith that she will wean on her own and that it’s just not time yet. Nay-sayers have my permission to kiss off.

So anyways, I got home yesterday and it was nice to sleep in my own bed. I am behind on math work. Naturally.

It took a while to get Lea down because although she fell asleep pretty fast, every time I placed her in her crib, she instantly woke up and cried for me. She’s just a tiny human nugget, you know. She is getting so big so fast and I can barely catch up with her changes. My mother in law calls all the time and asks what she is doing that is new and there is just so much. She has a little attitude which isn’t bad, but I have to walk out of the room sometimes because it is too funny when she throws a fit and I cannot encourage her by laughing. The other week in a restaurant she was throwing food. I told her to stop and she goes “Shush!” and covers her ears singing “lalalala!” Every jaw there dropped because it was one of her first little shows of outright brattiness and I had to put my head down so she wouldn’t see me cracking up. I honestly have NO idea where she got that! Another was the other day when I went to put her down for a nap. She was being stubborn and when I said “Lea, you need to go sleepy” she smiles and says (equally as sweetly) “Oh really?” Yeah. I am in for it. . . but I am totally up for it.