Almost like Christmas

At 5:30 Rob woke me to say that he was going in to Linnea. Then he called that they were coming in to me. So I spent an hour feeding her. What happened was that she called "Waab" in her sleep so he decided she needed him. She also called "Door" in her sleep but he didn't give her a door.

Anyway, the excitement of being woken by Daddy is such that we're not going back to sleep, and the excitement of nursing a lively, excited, toothy toddler for an hour when I already have thrush or something painfully like it is such that I'm not going to sleep even though Rob and Linnea are now up and playing.

I guess Rob is caught up on sleep enough now that her little noises are waking him again. Nice of him to share the joy. I need some way of stopping this.

It does feel like Christmas - playing when it's still dark out and far too early to eat, eyelids propped open on sticks but an air of goodwill spread over everything anyway.

Goodness gracious me

We pootled off to the doctor, and now we've pootled back.

I handed him my leaflet from the Breastfeeding Network and he said "Hmm, yes, well, there's some debate about this." He can't prove it's thrush, he isn't sure that people get thrush in the breasts, and he's not going to treat me for it. I am to take paracetemol and he will talk to the Health Visitor.

If he gets a good Health Visitor, she might persuade him to let me have the drugs. Otherwise, I'm stuck with self-treatment - so far I have paracetemol, ibuprofen, and Canesten cream intended to treat vaginal thrush.

Grr. No real research. Only anecdotal evidence. It's always the same, with breastfeeding. (He even said "I'm not going to suggest you stop breastfeeding, but -" and I interrupted him with "No, I'm not going to do that.")

ETA: I will be pootling into town tomorrow to talk to the pharmacists in the two Boots and the one Superdrug until I find someone who can suggest something. My local pharmacist isn't particularly helpful. And the Canesten cream is fantastic.