Let me start by saying Wooo!!! Because, just… Woooo!!!
That being said, I have mastitis which sucks and I absolutely intend the pun because as those of you who have had mastitis and/or a clogged duct know, you are basically supposed to nurse your infected fire-tit around the clock so that the duct can unclog and the infection will go away. So, I have been. Since Saturday morning when I woke up with a rock-hard throbbing (heh) lump in my left breast, I’ve been nursing like a crazy person, scrying in pain. (Scrying is a word I just made up meaning scream/crying.)
Sunday I spent all day massaging and soaking my left breast, pleading with it to unclog so we could get back to normalcy but no. My boob hates me. I’ve put her through some serious shit in her lifetime and it was payback for me so instead of unclogging she gave me the flu, er, at least what felt like the flu. A fever appeared literally within moments and shot up to 102 within hours so I called my doctor. I got me some antibiotics and here I am two days later, a fever no more but FUCK if my boob isn’t KILLING me. The duct is still clogged. I’m still nursing around the clock, massaging, soaking… and nothing, folks. No change. A lot of pain.
This left teet of mine has been nothing but problems since my first day nursing. I’m pretty sure there was some nerve damage done during one of my two breast reductions because my right side nurses like a champ. My left side? Has been a little bitch since day one, painful and throbbing and a really bad breastfeeding sport all around. I should have known this mastits-y day would come, possessing the left side of my boobies with infection.
Alas, such is the nursing life, right? My mom claimed to have had breast infections regularly with all three of her kids and told me that I was lucky to only finally get one now. Lucky? You call this lucky?
Sigh… It doesn’t feel that way. How it does feel? Like being punched in the boob with a blowtorch on fire. With spikes.
The moral of this here post? Don’t get a breast infection. Ouch.