Breastfeeding Alex was awful. I think I had maybe two or three moments during the nine months I nursed him that were good memories, but the rest of the time it was painful and frustrating. For something that was supposed to be so natural, it sure did suck. Max, however, has been a completely different story. 20 minutes out of the womb he latched right on and went to town. Even though he had a forced four day eating hiatus, he went right back to it like he was born to breastfeed. I began to relax about breastfeeding. I started to believe that maybe it was going to be easy this time.
Two nights ago I found myself shivering uncontrollably under several layers of blankets. I felt as though someone had thrown me out of the house naked into a snowdrift. All night John complained that it was hot in the house, meanwhile I chattered away inside my blanket cocoon. I woke up in the morning drenched in sweat. Since then my right boob has felt like someone has been stabbing knives deep into it. Every time Max latches on, I cry in pain. My mom told me something must be wrong. John told me something must be wrong. Today I called the doctor. I have mastitis. GAH!
I'm on antibiotics (which the nurse told me will likely give me a yeast infection. Nice. I'll be looking forward to yet another thing to deal with involving my still tender undercarriage) and I have a special nipple cream to use, so hopefully I'm on the mend and in a week or so we'll be back to pain-free nursing.
OUCH!! I am sorry that sucks just when everything is going well. I remember one of my glands got backed up and I had to take a needle to it etc. They should have breast feeding presents instead of push presents.
ReplyDeleteCute pics of Alex and Max in green (Alex must have chose the outfits) The sucker made me laugh, such is the life of a mother of two. I see some mischief in your future Max has a good leader.