It's another, right? But first, this was the scene at my house when I got up this morning: They're both sound asleep. My husband was sawing logs. He had been up all morning with Mr. Grouchypants who decided to pull that cry for 5 minutes/be happy for 5 minutes/repeat for two hours business again. As awful as it is to say, I'm glad he doesn't just do it to me, because if he was all sunshine and light for my husband and a pill for me, I think I'd be crying too.About the time I came out into the living room, he had just gotten Sawyer to fall asleep on the floor of all places, so we decided to leave him there. After my husband woke up with the dog's butt on his chin, he moved over closer to the baby:
Of course, Leila my little cone head had to join them. She's been scratching her ear (due to her stupid allergies, the steroids arent' working as well anymore) so I put the cone on her so it would be able to heal.
That's right, we're all a mess here.
So what's wrong with me? Well, I got up to pump in the middle of the night, and I had a wicked headache. I didn't think too much of it. Then, when I got up in the morning, the headache was worse, and my right breast felt sore on the bottom. Strange, but no biggie. Then we went to Target and the grocery store. I was feeling slightly woozy and off somehow. Very tired too, but I've been tired lately. My breast was feeling worse too, almost like a really bad bruise all along the bottom half. When my husband turned around a corner, causing it to press into the carseat and I yelped in pain, I knew I had a problem.
When we got home, I pulled out my breastfeeding book and started looking for answers. I think I might have mastitis. I've been going longer between pumping in an attempt to slow my supply a bit. The book says that's bad, because the longer the milk is in there the thicker it gets, and can cause things to get stopped up and inflamed. Oops. It also says not to lay on your stomach or very far over on your side where your breast will be compressed between your body and the mattress. Guess how I sleep, and how I've been sleeping lately since I was so excited to physically be able to after so many months? Oops.
Achy? Check. Running a low fever? Check. Chills? Check. Not napping/resting during the day? Check, and really not sleeping much at night either. Basically, everything the book said I could do to cause this problem I've inadvertently done to myself. I tried taking a nap this afternoon, but how are you supposed to rest and avoid stress when you have a newborn screaming his fool head off in the next room? I just kinda laid there on my back (uncomfortable, BOO!) for an hour and a half.
My breast hurts so bad now. It's spread to the top side and it hurts it to lift my right arm. It feels like I slammed the thing in a door. I can totally see why people give up on breastfeeding, I really can. This SUCKS. I took an ibuprofen left over from my surgery, so hopefully that will help a bit. If it is still hurting on Monday I'm calling the doctor.
Grr. I'm hanging on to today's triumph of saving $40 on a $52 food bill, and the fact that the baby slept through Target AND Fry's thanks to the carrier. Gotta stay focused on the positive.
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