So, I have a plugged duct.
Which is a fitting metaphor for my life right now. Just tough times all around.
Take work, for example.
I really don’t want to complain about it, because we *have* jobs and all. But I will say that I used to think that we had so little time together, and now we have less.
For two, Augie had two pink eyes last week. Oh wait, I already wrote a post about that.
For three, time has been at such a premium lately…I unfollowed a bunch of people on Tumblr (not you, of course) and I made everyone on Facebook “Only Important.” But this is actually a good thing, I think. Because I only go to Facebook for the important updates, but I get sucked into other stories that I really shouldn’t spend time on.
For four, on Saturday my legs developed a deep, dull ache like growing pains from my thighs to my ankles, but mostly behind my knees. At the same time, there was this bruise on my chest that I thought was caused by Augie kicking me or headbutting me or pinching me while nursing—he’s “all boy” as they say—but I sensed that the leg pain and the bruise were connected, and I couldn’t figure out how.
Naturally, I concluded that it must be a rare form of agressive cancer, but I knew the odds were against me on that one. Then today, when I noticed that the bruise never turned dark but was still pink and round, I put it together.
Last time I had mastitis I had fever and chills, so I didn’t figure it out right away. But as soon as I clued in and started massaging the knot in my chest, my legs started feeling better and better.
Let’s hope this is a metaphor for my life going forward.
Augie’s got two gunky pink eyes.
I’ve been applying breastmilk, and it seems to be helping.
And when I say applying breastmilk, I mean squirting him in the eyes like a crazy hippie.
I got my wisdom teeth taken out on Thursday, and I think I may have lost some actual wisdom along with the teeth.
The oral surgeon gave me four prescriptions after she removed my teeth: methylprednisolone, ibuprofen, Vicodin, and amoxicillin.
I told her I was breastfeeding, and she mentioned that she was also breastfeeding a 2-month-old and has an 18-month-old, too. “Don’t worry about any of the medications,” she said. “They will help you a lot, and they are all approved for nursing mothers—they will not harm your baby, and these are low doses, so don’t worry about that.”
I am not one to take the doctor’s word for anything, so I Googled the medications to make sure they were OK for breastfeeding. Everything checked out, especially at my dosages, so I followed the doctor’s instructions.
August had the worst night last night. He was up crying two or three times, which is so unlike him. And during the day today, he has been crying out of the blue.
I know his fussiness could be caused by teething, but I really think it’s the drugs. I’ve already cut out the Vicodin and I’m taking as little ibuprofen as needed. But I think the real culprit is the methylprednisolone. For instance, one of the side effects is facial flushing, and Augie and I have been pink-cheeked all day. The more I read about it, the less I like it. And the worst part is, I can’t stop taking it! I have to step it down gradually.
It’s a low dose, and I’m already halfway done, so I’m through the worst of it. I just hate that I started taking it in the first place without doing more research. If I had realized that the only reason it was prescribed was to reduce my swelling, I would have gladly looked like a chipmunk for a couple of days to avoid affecting Augie.
So here I sit with a baby in my lap, Googling, stuck with methylprednisolone in my blood and a whole lotta mama-guilt.
After Adelaide was born, I got to stay home with her until she was over a year old. By the time I went back to work, she was eating table food and content with nursing whenever I was home.
With August, I went back to work when he was just seven weeks old(!), and I dreaded the thought of going back to work and pumping.
There are so many pumps out there—some of them are really expensive!—and so many bottles and nipple shapes and materials. My mind was going a little crazy with all the options, and I was prepared to spend a lot of money.
And—forget about the pump—would August even take a bottle? And if he took a bottle, would he still want me?
Thankfully, Augie took the bottle and still wanted to nurse. Our system has been great so far, and it only cost $40 (plus bags, which are about 20 cents a pop).
I use the Medela Harmony. I actually got it at no cost through WIC for Adelaide when we were super low-income, but you can buy it from Amazon or Target for $30.
I thought I would need an electric pump to use at work in order to get enough milk for Augie, but the manual pump has been just fine. I pump every 2 or 3 hours and get 3-5 ounces in about 15 minutes.
Now that I have used it for a couple of months, I think I prefer the Harmony to an electric pump because of the simple design. It doesn’t need electricity or batteries, it’s easy to clean, and it is super quiet.
(For those looking for an electric pump, the Medela Pump in Style was going to be my choice. It goes for about $250.)
I use Lansinoh bags and put them straight into a Playtex drop-in bottle.
So that’s what’s been working for me ‘n’ Augie so far.
Bed head and milk mustache.