Well, we're almost 2 weeks in, and so far, we're hanging in there! We were more prepared this time (there are no illusions left when you already have a child and know how much work a newborn is) but still, you'd think we'd never done this before by the cluelessness we evidence on a regular basis.
Last night was a BAD NIGHT (i.e. Mike and I taking turns at 3:30 am trying to calm her, already having been up for nearly 2 hours), and this morning, luckily (see "cluelessness," supra) I put two and two together and realized that Anne and I have thrush.
Huh, her tongue is white.
Why do my nipples hurt still hurt so bad when she latches on?
Goodness gracious, she's inconsolable tonight and acting out of sorts.
What's that white patch at the top of her mouth?
Ooohhhh. Right. Thrush.
So, this morning we were off to our third visit to the pediatrician in less than a week. Then I had to call my ob/gyn for an antibiotic for myself, and then we were off to the pharmacy. Hopefully, we'll extinguish this thing quickly. I remember it well now from Hank, and yeast can be very, very hard to get rid of.