Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Spoke Too Soon

When you are a parent of a newborn, you quickly learn not to brag or even mention positive developments as though they are a permanent change in fear that the moment they leave your lips, as does the progression that had been made.
 
Sleep is especially true of this.  So when Pillow went from sleeping at most two and a half hours at a time to five hours literally overnight I stayed silent.  I didn't even mention it to Boyfriend, I so desperately wanted the trend to continue as sleep deprivation has robbed my brain of it's functioning abilities.
 
Five hours of sleep was a refreshing as a ten day vacation at the beach.
 
 
 So if I stayed silent about this-what did speak too soon of?  In my last post, I stupidly boasted that breastfeeding was finally getting betterWhat a fool I am-I should have known I would immediately jinx myself.
 
Saturday morning we hosted a yard sale.  We woke up at five a.m. (which I had slept a luxurious five hours prior) to start setting up.  I fed Pillow as soon as I woke and she didn't wake again until almost ten when I nursed her again.  She is an alternating breast feeder, so it has been almost 11 hours since I had fed her on my right breast.  I noticed it was incredibly tender but I assumed I had been a bit engorged and massaged, hopefully draining all the milk to avoid clots.
 
After our successful sale, we celebrated with my favorite, Bahama Bucks.  Which I want to point out, unless you just love the smell of nail polish remover so much you wish you could eat it, avoid the Blueberry Muffin flavor and stick to the amazing Birthday Cake.
 
Anyway, I digress.  I started feeling pretty severe chills but I had assumed that what little I had consumed of my chemical tasting treat had done the trick in cooling me down after triple digit day in the sun.
 
Boyfriend and I arrived home and immediately plopped on the couch and started to catch up on our DVR.  Not exaggerating, within an hour I went from fine (with the exception of the chills) to feeling like complete and total crud including being disoriented to an extent, I told Boyfriend that the sun had really done a number on me because I was feeling slightly drunk.  Maybe my Bucks had in fact been spiked with nail polish remover?
 
Then as I nursed Pillow one last time before her bedtime, what was wrong overwhelmingly hit me.  More like the realization punched, ripped, stomped, and kicked that I wasn't experiencing heat exhaustion, I had mastitis.  With a fever of 103.2 and an inspection of my breast (tell tale red streaks, check) I could no longer be oblivious.
 
Having experienced this very early with Baby, I knew what I had to do.  I had to destroy all progress Pillow had made toward sleeping through the night by waking her up every couple of hours to nurse. Beyond not wanting to nurse because of the excruciating pain, all I wanted to do was sleep but I know what can happen if mastitis continues on and I wanted to avoid that all costs.
 
I spent the next 18 hours in bed with Pillow, waking only to nurse her.  I sleepily heard Baby and Boyfriend playing in the room next to me but I couldn't muster even the energy to get up and go to the bathroom.  Every single ounce of my body hurt with every movement so I just succumbed.  
 
I felt so dramatic but I seriously thought I was going to have to go the hospital.  I literally can not remember a time I have been that ill (I don't get sick often-but when I do, I make up for all other minor sicknesses I do not experience).  
Blessedly, my insurance offers a Teledoc service so all I had to do was make one phone call and I had a prescription for an antibiotic called in for me.  Around five that evening I managed to make my first real movements, 20 feet from my bed to the couch where I remained the rest of the night just dozing and nursing.
 
Sunday night I continued to wake Pillow every two hours, sometimes she would nurse, many time she refused to wake.  I noticed I was sweating profusely, I had hoped my fever had finally dropped (it wouldn't break despite me taking ibuprofen every four hours) and when I woke on Monday morning even though I felt incredibly weak, there was not the slightest temperature.  Just as mastitis had come on quickly, with each hour I progressively felt better.
 
Last night I let Pillow sleep as she wanted.  I had assumed we had lost all progression but she earned her spot as my favorite second daughter when she only woke once and immediately fell back asleep.  
 
I would like to say that is a sign she will just continue on without issue, but I learned my lesson on speaking too soon.
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