You heard it here first, folks. Allow me to overshare that I've been "nursing" (ha) a wicked case of mastitis for a few days. It took about three days of feeling achy and off before the pain and redness set in (and before I realized what was going on), but when they did, they were accompanied by a fever of 102 and HORRIFIC shaking and chills. I'm to the weak-but-improving stage at this point, but the ducts are still painful and still appear to be clogged, so I'm trying to work on that aspect.
It's funny. I still consider my nursing relationship with Silas to be so much more positive than my nursing relationship with Eva. Getting into a workable groove of nursing her took almost four months, and was the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life. I teetered on the edge of giving up several times.
Aside from a couple of weeks of initial discomfort, I see nursing Silas as this beautiful, blissful trip, even when I consider the fact that I've had to radically alter my diet and now endure mastitis to boot. I made a vow to him and to myself in those hazy moments as the general anesthesia wore off that I would counteract having the most interventionist birth known to mankind by having an extremely positive nursing relationship, and it has been. My first real memory of him is holding him up as he rooted to nurse for the first time, and he's been going strong ever since. I'm grateful for that.
It'll be nice to stop hurting, though. Ouch.
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