Yesterday I noticed some tenderness under my left armpit. Then, I realized I was shivering and unable to get warm. Then I noticed some body aches. I high-tailed it over to the urgent care center to demand some antibiotics because you KNOW I already diagnosed myself. And sure enough. Mastitis. Again. Nature's most cruel joke. Not only are you sleep-deprived and certifiably crazy with a new baby, but then you get hit with pain in your boob so painful you can't touch it, and chills and body aches like no one's business. My neck, head, shoulders, lower back....even my scalp hurts. And, aside from the antibiotics, the doctor tells you to rest as much as possible. NO SHIT, Doc. That is what got me into this mess in the first place...a breastfeeding baby who prefers not to sleep at night. Rest ain't gonna happen...at least not until John gets back. He was here this morning and made sure I got a morning nap (Thank you, Jesus.)
Last night probably wasn't the best time to try to get Andrew to sleep in his crib. After hearing him scream with blind rage for the fifth time in two hours, I gave up. Then, he was crabby and grunty and NOT SLEEPING in my bed as well. Not exactly one of my most stellar evenings. At all.
So, I am throwing myself a major pity party and you're all invited. Please bring a heating pad and babysitting skills. I'll provide the halloween candy. I would provide the wine, but the liquor store sale is today only and I doubt I'll make it there on time (damn.)
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