Not Fun

Without getting too explicit, these 5 weeks and 6 days since Rowley has been born have been difficult. Some days go shockingly well and I almost feel somewhat normal but overall - no. 

The epitome of my current state was Monday, when it was a gorgeous 70 degrees out. I was in a tiny 'garden' level waiting room awaiting a last minute root canal. I was nursing my 5 week old baby. I was lamenting the spreading, unexplained rash on my chest. And then the baby spit up directly into my bra. Like, a lot. 

And so it continues.