In the wee hours of December 23rd with Patrick still working, I had just fed Calvin and put him back to bed. I finished pumping and needed to take all the bottles, milk, and baby paraphernalia downstairs. About 3 stairs into my decent to the kitchen my foot slipped off the front of the step and I took a nasty spill. To anyone who has ever spent countless hours pumping, you understand the importance of not spilling a drop of the precious "liquid gold". As I was falling, I was determined not to spill any milk, so I didn't catch myself and landed directly on my back. This resulted in several bruises and a very sore neck.
On Christmas Eve I awoke aching from the fall, but also feeling the awful pain from my second bout of mastitis. Merry Christmas to me! Boooo! This meant that we spent all of Christmas Eve and most of Christmas Day in bed. Thankfully, Patrick is one awesome Dad and took over all baby duties so that I could rest. So, our first Christmas as a family of 3 didn't quite turn out as we had hoped, but we were all together. Calvin was showered in kisses and a few gifts, too.
Since I was feeling under the weather, I forgot to take very many pictures on Christmas day. We do have some pictures of Calvin with gifts he received from a few family members. There's always next year......
This is the only picture that was taken on Christmas Day. Love his cheeks :)
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