This post has taken me a while because it's hard to make pain and misery funny. Or even entertaining. I tried.
Just when it was going smoothly. E was gaining weight, nursing was getting, dare I say it, easy.
Nothing is ever easy.
Woke up about two weeks ago and thought I was on fire. At least thought one boob was on fire. So bad in fact that I went downstairs and in five minutes pumped five ounces. Relief. I thought. It was just engorgement. Spin again Vanna.
Went back upstairs, stopped in the bathroom for some water and almost passed out (an ideal location to pass out). Started shaking. Chills. Like uncontrollable chills. Teeth chattering, shaking. Fever. Clearly a fever. 103 out of NO WHERE. I survive the night and internet diagnose myself with mastitis. Doc calls in a prescription in the morning, everyone says I'll be better in 24 hours. Everyone being the friends who've been there. Wrong. My body doesn't react to the 'industry standard' antibiotics. Two new antibiotics, an ultrasound and some serious help later and I was finally fever free and almost pain free. It took a good five days. Maybe six. Six days of aching from head to toe, fighting fevers, and postponing feedings for fear that I might pass out if I have to latch her on there again.
I did a lot of reading and a lot of talking to people. I searched for cures, homeopathic, chants, or otherwise. Unless you've had it, you don't know.
This might be TMI but I'll tell you because I know I'm not alone in this and I know that this can help. It took Dan in the shower with me. Working out the 'kinks'. Tears. Lots of tears. So thankful for his help because I would venture to say not every husband would step up like that. I know not every husband would ask his colleagues about it and get some great advice.
Here's the thing about mastitis. Once you open your mouth about it, EVERYONE'S had it or knows someone who has. The women who I told all instantly grabbed their chests with flashbacks. Every man Dan talked to said 'oh yeah, been there, done that'. And thank goodness they had.
So, the good news is that I am no longer on fire. My mastitis is gone. Nursing is almost back to normal. And E weighs more than 10 pounds now! Whew.
The Best part? I beat it. I didn't give in. I didn't quit.