Sophie’s doing fine with it. She’s clingy and she woke up three times last night, but at her first waking she actually called for Daddy instead of Momma. I think she understands that nursing is over.
Now someone just needs to tell my breasts that nursing is over. It feels like I have two hot lava rocks on my chest. It hurts to even have a cotton t-shirt brush against them. I went to yoga class, I’m wearing a sports bra, I took a warm shower. Pretty soon I’ll try a warm-pack that Sophie’s daycare teacher lent me. But ouch.
The only comfort is that this really can’t last more than a few days, can it? Everyone talks about the pain of childbirth, but no one told me about this.