Mastitis

We have become friends. Me and Mastitis, that is. I know her like an old friend. I can sense her coming to visit before she even shows her red face. Last time I was in denial. My breast ached all night and I was vomiting with a fever and I just laid there in bed thinking I was engorged and sick. It took over 24 hours to get medicine and believe me you I WILL NEVER MAKE THAT MISTAKE AGAIN. So this time when  I felt my left breast start to hurt while falling asleep I was fairly certain that she was paying her third visit in two years....this time I was only in denial for the first 6 hours.

I raced into the doctor and waited for almost an hour to be seen. That bites when you feel as sick as I did and you have a spunky monkey in your hands. After almost dropping her once (I felt like I was about to pass out) my super sister raced over to help with the baby. Even the doc wasn't sure it was mastitis...what red she said. I pointed to the beginning of a red streak and thought how can you not see that, have you not had mastitis before? So she gave me meds and within hours Ms. Mastitis had shown her fierce red face all over my breast.

Medic mom, thats what you can call me.