Effing Mastitis

I, like all lactating mothers, produce milk. What you didn’t know is that I can also produce little white rocks.

Suprised? So was I.

It all started last Sunday when Rachel and I went to Perkins by ourselves for about 3 hours. 3 Hours! You may not know it, but this was a milestone for me. It was the second time that I have gone out without at least one of my children in over a year. The first time was over a month ago and was also with Rachel. We drove around laughing and looking in people’s windows (is that bad?) before going to Applebee’s. We had just as much fun this time, but we didn’t look in anyone’s windows.

I nursed Tucker when I got home and then sat down to watch tv with Seth. A little bit later, I started to feel sore. The feeling got worse and worse. My body must have been punishing me for leaving my children. I was so glad that Tucker woke up when I was going to bed so that I could nurse him again, but it didn’t help. How do I know this? Because I woke up screaming in pain at 3:30am. Nursing Tucker again didn’t help because he just wanted to sleep, so I tried pumping. By that time I was shaking and cold.

So cold.

So, so cold…

Anyway.

Seth woke up so he got a hot washcloth for the clog and threw a blanket over me before passing out again. Morning came and I felt even worse. Seth came home from work to take care of me (how sweet) and drove me to the doctor. I know. I’m pathetic.

I told the doctor that I had mastitis and he gave me a prescription for antibiotics. Later that day, after nursing Tucker, I noticed he had left some milk behind.

Only it wasn’t milk. Dun dun dun…

It was a little white rock.

Followed later in the day by pus and milk. When one is afflicted with mastitis the best thing to do is have your baby nurse on that side as often as possible. Any bacteria is destroyed by the baby’s digestive system, so they are not affected. Yummy. Tucker didn’t think so either. He kept giving me disgusted looks and pointing at the other side.

Now that you are thoroughly disgusted, here are some pictures of the boys.

Seth’s Uncle Lynn stayed with us Friday night to go hunting with Seth, Nic, and Eric. He brought his adorable little dog, Zoe along. When I fed her the next morning, Jackson wanted to eat his breakfast on the floor also.