I spent this morning divided between two major tasks: setting up a lesson plan and my classroom for a substitute and drinking water.
The former because Ruby woke up on Saturday morning with a fever that is only now breaking. The latter because, in our slight effort to wean Ruby, I forgot about the importance of staying hydrated.
Since I went back to work, Ruby has been, rather naturally, weaning herself from breastfeeding. In the beginning, I'd return home and she would beg to nurse, but the last week or so has shown her not to be all that interested.
Now, I recall hearing over and over again that a sick toddler probably won't want to eat, making nursing a great resource. Ruby wanted hydration, Ruby wanted comfort, so I pretty much spent the weekend cuddling and nursing a 13-month-old.
I couldn't get enough water. Not only was she draining me, I had slipped on nursing hydration standards. I wasn't nursing as much as I was, so I wasn't drinking as much as I was. I woke up parched in the middle of the night with Ruby still nursing.
Water. Goodness me, but water is a nursing mother's friend. Especially if you find yourself on a sudden power-nursing weekend.
