There is good too.

If I'm gonna write about the tough days, I'll try to give equal press time to the good days.

Yesterday was a good day. My mom came down in the morning and we worked together to get some food made so we have stuff for this week. We had lunch, put together by her and chatted. It is amazing to me what a difference having company makes.

From there, she headed back to NH and I went off to a post-partum group offered by my midwives group. I got there and couldn't for the life of me figure out how to get in to the church. The flyer said to follow the pink rattles, but there weren't any. I just about called my mom to tell her to turn around and we could just spend the afternoon together. Then, I saw a pink rattle in another building near the sanctuary.

So, in I went and I am so glad I did. There was a lactation consultant to talk to and the midwife running the group was the one who had delivered Ella so it was nice to see her again. There was also a guest speaker in the form of an acupuncturist and we got mini sessions from him. There were 6 or 7 moms and it was nice to chat with others who have little-little like mine.

After the group we came back home and went straight out for a walk. It was lovely to be outside and I walked for 40 minutes, while the Squidge slept in her seat and I caught up with friends on the phone.

By the time we got back there was only an hour before Ben came home so we passed it enjoying a pacifier and wandering the house.

The only downside was that the real fussy phase of the day didn't start until 8pm and lasted until well after 11pm. Because Ben is the best husband on the planet, he dealt with her and I went to bed at 9 and got a 5 hour stretch of sleep.