Hello, internets. I owe you a post or ten — or at least some pictures (I got one with a smile yesterday! A smile!) — but as I am typing one-handed, marooned under a finally-sleeping Bean*, I must beg your continued patience. However. I am seeing my GP tomorrow — one of the stories I owe you is “In Which I Realize I Must Break Up With Dr. Russian” — and, being sick to death of being in pain and (horrors!) losing precious sleep over this vasospasm business, I intend to talk to her about trying a low dose of Nifedipine (see here). She isn’t likely to know much about it (as this is more in the purview of obstetrics, but See Above), but I’ve poked around PubMed and, since I’m already taking a large handful of supplements from the hippy-but-noy-dippy LC and doing everything else suggested in the article**, I think it’s time to try it. I’d like to come to the appointment as educated as possible.
Right. The afforementioned Questions:
Any of you spasm-y sorts ever look into Nifedipine? Your thoughts appreciated.
Less pressingly but also of interest: What did your ob/midwife/Very Surprised Cab Driver do in terms of post-partum care — appointments, calls, what-have-you?
And while we’re here: 13 nursing sessions a day? Is it possible The Bean thinks he’s a marsupial (as, in fairness, my mother says I did)?
*oh. He woke up. But he is nursing the non-typing side first. Score!
**except giving up my one daily cup of coffee, which, dear God, is an unacceptable request to make of a new parent, particularly one who is losing sleep above and beyond the usual and whose offspring refuses to sleep in the day except on her body or in a rapidly moving stroller near heavy traffic, making her own napping a difficult not to say dangerous thing to attempt. Next person who tells me to sleep when the baby sleeps gets stabbed right in the eye.