All's quiet on the blog front, my friends, as I battle a horrifically painful
(warning... TMI incoming)
blocked milk duct. I'm not going to sugar-coat it, it's totally miserable. I am totally miserable.
I just yelled at Jeff for walking into his own living room! Ok, stop reading now because it's going in the direction of a rant... The pain is actually nauseating. And you know what, no one warns you about this sort of thing when they talk about how lovely and healthy and natural and beautiful it is to breastfeed your baby. They also don't warn you about the exhaustive toll it takes on your body. It's absolutely draining. Pun intended. End rant.
If by some miracle you have stuck with me this far, and you have even the slightest suggestion as to treatment, I am open to trying just about anything. For reference, I have soaked in a hot bath, nursed nursed nursed, compressed, and pumped. Also, I am typing with a hot water bottle on my left boob. Yes, that was an embarrassing sentence to type. Antibiotics will be the last, laaast resort. Yuck.
In the meantime, I will be commandeering the couch, the T.V, the water bottle, any dark chocolate in the house, and the first season of Downton Abbey on DVD.
*(idyllic and not at all relatable to my current condition)
Nursing Mother Painting, Mary Cassatt 1899