The burning and pain got a lot worse as the day went on yesterday, so since M was already taking the afternoon off work to go to traffic court, I decided it was the perfect time to leave the kiddos with him and try to get into the doctor.
I didn't really know whether to call good ol' Dr. S's office or my primary care doctor. I ended up calling Dr. S (he's got the GYN in his title after all) and they got me in with a Nurse Practitioner yesterday afternoon.
She did a pretty thorough exam and didn't see anything amiss with the girly bits. She didn't see any yeast, either visibly or under the microsope. There was no bacteria present in the swab she took. She did note that I looked "breastfeedish" in there (I swear, she said that!), which means that it looked kind of dry and thin. She said that could account for the burning.
I also left a urine sample, and that revealed lots of nasty, so it turns out that I have a urinary tract infection. However, she also thought it could be the breastfeeding causing some of the burning, so she also prescribed an estrogen cream to shove up the ol' hoo haw.
Next up? An interesting job offer has been brought to me by an old boss. I really don't know wht to think or do about this. I love being home with the children, but it has meant that we don't have the financial security we might have. It would be a full time position, but it would be a work from home job similar to what I did before, so there would be a lot of flexibility. I would make enough that we could hire a nanny to come to our house and we could take advantage of this economy to buy a bigger house with the "luxuries" of a guest bedroom and an actual yard for our kdis and dogs to play in. Things have been tight lately, what with lots of medical bills from Will's surgery and Emma's birth. In an ideal world, I would stay home and we'd have plenty of money, but this isn't Neverland. Part of me thinks we'd be idiots to pass up this opportunity and part of me can't imagine handing Emma to someone. Plus the job would require three weeks away from home for training. In about a month. Now, I could take Emma with me if I could find someone to come with me to care for her while I was in training all day, but what about Will? Yeah, I think it's probably just too silly to even think about and yet. . . it's in my head.