Sick as a Dog

Okay, I experienced what seemed to be death this last couple of days....one word...Mastitis. Ladies, if you've ever had it I know you're groaning now. Men, imagine being kicked repeatedly in your most tender of places. Exactly. I thought I was done with everything...nursing, mommy'ing, living, etc. The pain was worse than labor itself.

So, apparently I have been battling mastitis for over a month, but have been able to "work out" the masses with the use of warm compresses and massage. This time the fever came on in about 2 hours and I was shaking uncontrollably. I literally had to put Jackson down and call for Erin. David was on his way, but there was no way I could make it another 30 minutes. Did I mention that Erin is my angel? She literally looked like she had wings when she came through my front door.

We made it to the doctor and I apparently had a really bad case. It took several days for "everything" to work out. Gross. In the interim, Jackson had his 1st babysitter (Erin and Gregg) and learned to take a bottle. Grammy came to help David while I rested in bed on some serious antibiotics and pain killers. Did I mention ouch yet? I am going to be taking these antibiotics for two weeks. Here's to a speedy recovery!