Wow.

Michael brought home my antibiotic prescription at 6pm last night, and I took one right away.

At 8pm, when I nursed Colin to sleep, I had to grit my teeth to keep from yelling in pain when he latched on.

At 10pm I took a long hot shower and hand-expressed some milk. It hurt, but not as much as I expected it to.

At 11pm Colin roused when Michael and I came to bed, and I nursed him. It was a little uncomfortable but not too bad.

Middle-of-the-night nursing didn't hurt at all. And today I still feel vaguely ill and achy, but my breast doesn't hurt and I'm not shaking with chills.

Dicloxacillin, you are my new best friend.

Update to add: Ow pumping still hurts ow.

AUGH!

ALEX CUT HER HAIR HER BEAUTIFUL WAIST-LENGTH HAIR WHICH HAD NEVER BEEN CUT SHE CUT HER HAIR OMG HER HAIR.

Updated to add.

Okay, actually, upon sober reflection it's not as bad as all that.

She cut it at school. She didn't give herself a full "haircut" - she just took a big chunk out of the right-hand side, just below the shoulder. She claims that she was curious about what it would be like to have shorter hair, but I think it probably had more to do with the dangerous combination of scissors and poor impulse control.

It will have to be cut. But, you know, it was going to have to be cut at some point anyway. The bottom is straggly and uneven and the lower half is prone to developing horrible tangles which are awful to pick out. And she sheds all over the place.

If she really wanted shorter hair, at any point, I would have been perfectly willing to take her to a salon for a haircut. It's her hair. She is old enough to make decisions about how she wants to wear it. But I'm sad that she chopped at it in a moment of half-assedry, because I don't think she really wanted it to be short. Every time we've talked about it (and I have offered her the opportunity to get a haircut), she's said that she wanted to keep it long.

So I'm shocked and a little sad, but, you know, it's just hair. And it really is one of those iconic childhood moments. My mother once cut off her entire braid at the root.