I'm writing this on Sunday afternoon, coming at you from the other side. Not to be dramatic, but I nearly died yesterday. Thursday night, after stuffing myself with Thanksgiving dinner, I started feeling nauseous. Not an I'm-too-full nauseous either. I felt out of sorts all day Friday, and then Saturday was terrible. It's bad enough to be sick, but it's not like I could stop feeding my baby, so every two hours I had to pull myself together enough to nurse, and it was just NOT FUN. I'll let you imagine for yourself.
On the plus side, I can count on less than two hands the number of things I've had to eat since Thursday night, so I guess I'm in the middle of an unintentional Thanksgiving sugar detox to get me ready for Christmas cookies. (In case you're wondering, I have been drinking lots of clear fluids, and shockingly my milk supply doesn't seem to have been horribly affected. R doesn't seem to be any worse of wear either, so I guess those articles you read about the miraculous antibody capabilities of breast milk are true.)
On top of that, we had an ice storm, and our power was out all day, so we were camped out at my in-laws, who live a mile from us and did have power. Nothing like being sick at someone else's house, am I right? So that's how the past few days have gone. I'm hopeful that things are on the upswing now, although the mention of food still makes me want to run to the bathroom. But I seem to be keeping things... in, and we have power again, so my freezer of breast milk lives to be thawed another day.
In other news, our fifth annual turkey trot was a success! Every year, my family puts on a local Thanksgiving turkey trot in our neighborhood. (If you're interested, I blogged about our humble beginnings here.) We've steadily increased our numbers each year, and this time we had over 950 runners for a timed 5k and untimed 1-mile fun run.
We do everything from ordering and designing shirts to medals to getting water and bagels at the finish to organizing volunteers. It's quite an undertaking and pretty stressful, but it's always a fun time too! All the money raised goes to benefit North Texas Youth for Christ.
R was an absolute trouper the entire time, and I still can't believe it went so well with her. But then again, when am I going to stop being surprised by her? She's the best. (Later that evening it all caught up to her, and she had a very rough time going to sleep with lots of screaming involved, but we can't all be on our best behavior all the time.)
All things considered, it was a pretty memorable first Thanksgiving as a family of three! I hope yours involved less sickness and ice than mine. There's a lot to be thankful for this year, not the least of which is a working heater and the ability to keep food down.