So Monday  was another horrible night for me. We got discharged from the hospital just fine but then I think they forgot that yesterday was 4th of July, so the pain meds I should have been able to get for breakthrough pain, I was NOT able to fill my prescription due to all the pharmacies being closed. The pain was unbearable last night and having everything else hurt on top of having to care for little one, had me in tears ready to give up. 

But then there was words of encouragement from the father of my child: "You can do this. She needs you. Just hold on a little longer". I cried my tears, sat myself up (God wish I had that hospital bed right then and there), and I pushed whatever energy and strength I had last night and I fed her. Through the pain of breast feeding, it hurt like hell after days of being super sore. But inside , I was happy because SHE was happy.  So from now on, I need to tell myself more, that through the pain, it's not about me anymore. Everything I do is for her and I hope one day that she sees that mommy and daddy love her very much.