The wheels fell off last weekend when I managed to get a grand old breast infection...the dreaded mastitis. I used to think it sounded horrible and felt quite sorry for the cows, but I had no idea. Having a bit of a predisposition to infections (my sisters had them too) I had been very precious with my mighty mammaries, keeping them warm and wrapped - no swimming, careful in windy weather, wrapping a woollen scarf around them if they were sore, and using a shawl at night to keep warm.
However the milk got blocked somewhere and I got lumps, pain, the chills, fevers and headache. My midwife asked 'Do you feel like you've been run over by a bus? -Yep. Excellent diagnostic screening! Hello two days in bed, antibiotics, panadol, phytolacca homeopathy remedy and vitamin C washed down with lots of fluids. Luckily Little Miss obliged with the other treatment - draining the breast as much as possible. Then theres the massage to move the lumps and the expressing. Usually the above treatments (minus the antibiotics) are effective in avoiding developing a full on infection, but I wasnt quick enough this time.
Fortunately it was the weekend and Dad was home and IN CHARGE. He also kept me feeling fabulous while I was using the electric breast pump by serenading me with a whole herd's worth of Mooing. Now I know how the cows feel.
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