No use crying over dryed milk.

I've had to make a hard decision today. Last week, Avery got thrush. The doctor told me that more than likely, since I was nursing, it would spread to my "hooty-hoots". Well it did. They became so throbbing sore, much like they were when Avery was first born, that I couldn't bear to nurse her. My toes would curl in and I would curse every time I nursed her. They were so bad. But for some reason, Avery wouldn't nurse anymore either. She turned away every time, resulting in a breast infection. This being the 5th one since she was born. Maybe because her teeth are coming in, maybe because she just wasn't interested anymore, I don't know. I thought about pumping, but it was just as painful. I finally just made the decision to be done. My heart breaks just a little. All you mothers out there who have nursed babies, know what a sweet, wonderful connection it is for you and your child. I have thoroughly enjoyed it, and was blessed that both my kids wanted it as well. Now I sit here, my "ta ta's" in engorging pain, waiting for them to dry up, wondering how long it's going to take this time. With Trey it took about a week. I don't know if I will live that long.