Sunday, December 1, 2013

Go big or go home

Man alive, I sure know how to ring in the holiday season: with a raging case of mastitis. I am lucky that I've never had to go through this hell before, and I thought I was in the clear as mastitis is most common in the first 6 months of breastfeeding and Bug will be 6 months old on Friday.

What started as a fever and aches and chills early Saturday morning (it was still dark, 4am-ish) has turned into pure hell. I thought I had the flu, now I wish it was the flu. This pain in my right breast is unreal. This fever (hovering around 102*-103*, even with meds) is unreal.

Since I'm an exclusive pumper I have to get up, and stick to my pumping schedule, regardless of these chills, regardless of the pain. If I was able to nurse my babies I would still be writhing around in bed, but at least I wouldn't have to get out into the freezing air to feed him. I'd be able to roll over, nurse him frequently, and then drift back into a fever induced dreamland.

I can't stand how it feels - FREEZING, skin hurting, joints aching with a fever. And then add in this huge red, warm to the touch, throbbing, heavy feeling breast infection. Put a fork in me, I'm done.

My midwife said, at 7:45am, that she would call in a prescription to the 24 hour pharmacy so I could get the Keflex into my system asap. But here I am, at 9:38am wishing for death. My mom, bless her, drove across town to the Walgreens to pick up my meds and they HAVEN'T EVEN RECEIVED MY PRESCRIPTION YET!! What the hell?! I've put in another call/message to my midwife, but she hasn't called me back yet. I hate how I get SO sick on the weekend when no one is in the office, but only on-call.

I'm currently pumping through the pain, I'm forcing myself to eat and drink even though the fever is making me super nauseous, I need to shower in a bad way, but the thought of getting goosebumps when I get out of the shower sounds like torture to me at the moment.

I'm hoping and praying that I get my meds by lunchtime at the latest, it'll take 24 hours for me to start feeling better and that 24-hour finish line can't start until I take the damn meds!

Hopefully I'll have some joyful Christmas something-or-other to post about in a day or two. I can only hope.


(If this doesn't make sense, don't blame me, blame the fever!)