Mastitis

Oh hello, blog. No new post in 4 days? That might be a record for me.

I'm still alive.

On Friday and yesterday, I was alive, but barely. After 24 months of nursing, I came down with Mastitis for the first time. I felt like I got hit by a truck. I don't remember the last time I've been so sick.

It came on quickly. Late Friday morning I thought it was a plugged duct (I had one when Carina was 6 weeks old) but just a couple hours later I started having chills and an awful headache. I took my temperature: 99.3. No biggie. But a half hour later it was 99.6. Another half hour later? 100.1. At this point I could barely function so I asked Mike to pretty please come home early.

He called the doctor for me and described my symptoms. The doc diagnosed me {over the phone} with Mastitis and called in a prescription for antibiotics. I'm so glad they didn't make me go in as I'm not sure I would have been able to get off the couch.

Our pharmacy was closing in 15 minutes so Mike scooped up Carina and ran out to the car yelling, "it's an adventure!" He drove swiftly {but safely} and arrived just one minute before the pharmacy closed. He told Carina that they saved the day and when they returned she ran inside with the bag containing my meds, brought them to me, and exclaimed, "Carina saved the day!"

Yesterday, I still felt like hell. My boob killed, terrible headache, chills, dizziness, achy....WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME MASTITIS WAS THIS BAD? Completely debilitating.

If you follow me on Instagram you might have seen this gem...

Who doesn't want a diaper in their bra?

After 36 hours of antibiotics, lots of Tylenol, tea, hot chocolate, and a handful of disposable diapers filled with hot hot water pushed up against my left boob, I'm finally feeling better. And I have a newfound respect for anyone who has ever had this evil maternal malady.

Boobs, please stay healthy from here on out. I beg of you.