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How to tell if you’re getting Mastitis.

by Veronica on May 19, 2009

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You might wake up with a sore breast. ‘Hmmmm, probably a blocked duct’ you’re likely to think. ‘Must express on that side today.’

You feed the baby on that side (or toddler) and carry on about your day.

A little while later (in my case it was about 60 minutes – not very long) you start to feel very tired. Your breast hurts and your back/shoulders ache a little and you’d really like a nap. Not too long after that, you find yourself curled up on the couch feeling progressively worse. Your head hurts, your skin hurts, everything is happening so fast and MAN do you feel sick.

Maybe by now your breast has been cleared of blockages and isn’t hurting so much.You still feel shocking though.

You probably have mastitis.

‘The books’ all say that mastitis is an infection in your breast (correct) and that you will generally feel a lumpy painful patch (not always correct. I had pain without the lumps) with a red area.

Just to clarify, a red area in your breast doesn’t look as if you have been slapped or spent too long with your breasts in front of the heater, which is what I was expecting the first time I got mastitis. A red area actually looks like a patch of skin where you can see that the tiny little blood vessels are more pronounced. It’s not terribly noticeable unless you’re looking for it.

My advice:

Get yourself to a Doctor, Urgent Care, the Emergency Room, whatever. Get yourself there as fast as you can. By the time you realise you have mastitis, you probably shouldn’t be driving. All you want to do is sleep and shake and probably cry. If you can, get someone else to drive you.

You need antibiotics as soon as possible.

Mastitis makes you really sick, really fast. Like, REALLY fast.

In general, I find the books telling you that it feels like ‘flu like symptoms’ to be a little misleading. Yes there are the muscle aches and the exhaustion and the temperature. But for me, all my flu’s have started with the mother of all head colds and then moved into my chest. Mastitis is like flu, but without the flu.

Today I woke up with a sore breast. I fed Isaac on it twice (crying the whole time, my infection was right behind my nipple and it was excruciating). When I started feeling too sick to sit up I thought I was just tired. Then it clicked in my head that I needed antibiotics. This is my 3rd (or 4th?) bout of mastitis ever, so I had antibiotics knocking around in the fridge ‘just in case’.

[I might be silly sometimes, but no one tell me I don’t know how to self medicate. I have EVERYTHING hanging around in the fridge, just in case.]

I took an antibiotic and 2 Panadeine and headed to the shower to express. I needed a shower anyway, seeing as how Isaac vomited on my face this morning. If you’ve got a breast pump (I don’t) a heat pack [or hot face washers] and pumping will work too. You need to keep that breast as empty as possible.

DO NOT STOP FEEDING THE BABY

Regardless of how bad it hurts, keep feeding the baby. Mastitis turns really nasty if you don’t keep the breast empty.

I am spending today curled up on the couch with a blanket. Isaac has been good and Amy is busily running in and out of the house with Nathan.

Incidentally, if you have EDS, because of poor body temperature control, a temperature will generally be seen by the doctor that is within normal range. My temperature during the last bout of mastitis was 37.3C and the doctor said ‘normal’. However, because my body temps are generally only 36.5C (ish) it was raised for me. After I had Isaac, the midwives kept checking that I was indeed, feeling okay because my blood pressure was only slightly above dead AND my temps were low. The joys, right?

So here ends my public service announcement of the day. I’m off to eat painkillers and curl up sick now. Thank god dinner is in the slow cooker already.

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Potty Training

by Veronica on May 18, 2009

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Dear Collective Power of the Internets,

Potty training. What’s the deal with that?

Now I wasn’t going to talk about potty training here, but I am so freaking sick of it.

Amy will not poo in the potty or on the toilet. She’s dry all day with accidents being very rare. BUT, if she needs to poo, she will ask (scream, wail, cry) for a nappy so she can poo.

I have no idea how to proceed. She understands everything we say, but flat down refuses to poo in anything other than a nappy.

Things that haven’t worked so far:

Bribes
Stickers
Reward charts
Chocolate
Growling
Pleading
Crying
Ignoring
Ice-cream
More Bribes

Things that have worked:

Uh. Nothing. She has never pooed in a potty. Ever.

So. You guys have a ton of collective knowledge between you. What worked for you?

Note: If we refuse to put a nappy on her, she will just wail, scream and cry and then not poo at all. At least, not until we put her in a nappy for bedtime. I’m not prepared to have her just in knickers overnight because she wets the bed between 2-4am and seriously, we’re not getting enough sleep as it is without adding in wetting the bed stress. She is not constipated, she is just stubborn.

Sigh.

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Just Asking

by Veronica on May 5, 2009

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A few quick polls. Only, without the easy clicky poll thing because well, I’ve never done one and I can’t be bothered.

ONE:

Who is going to win, a 6 week old kitten or my mice?

Yes, I am adding to my insanity and getting a kitten. Or two. Shush in the back there.

What I want to know is, do you think I can teach a kitten to catch mice, before the mice overrun it, tie it up with string, carry it into the roof cavity and roll it in butter and pastry?

(No, I don’t know the sex of the kitten/s. They were found abandoned and have been offered on Freecycle. I may possibly have a soft spot for small abandoned animals that need loving. A big soft spot. Again, shush in the back.)

TWO:

In a fight between me and Amy’s hair, who should come out the winner?

I’m asking because I managed to dislocate my thumb joint (near the wrist) brushing Amy’s hair. I’m not sure if this means Amy’s hair is the master of getting matted and horrible, or my joints suck.

Probably both.

THREE:

There is no three. It just seemed stupid to only have two.

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Sleep. Again.

by Veronica on May 2, 2009

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Dear Isaac,

Gosh we’re getting to spend some quality time together lately. There is no doubt about the fact that I find you simply delicious and could kiss you all day.

However.

If you’re smiling and not sleeping at 4am, then I’m probably not in the right mood to appreciate your deliciousness. If you are still smiling and not sleeping 2.5 hours later at 6.30am, then I’m really in no mood for baby softness.

You know what happens shortly after 6.30? Your sister wakes up.

And sure, I could sleep while she plays in our child-proof house (child-proof in the sense that nothing can kill her. Not in the sense that she can kill nothing), but last time I did that things went terribly horribly badly wrong. So wrong in fact that I haven’t blogged about it yet because it was that bad.

(And because I’m hoping that Canon might just cover my camera, despite what Amy did to it being non-warranty covered damage. It may have involved my precious love of my life camera, a bored 2yo, a mother who fell asleep breastfeeding, a container and some water. It. Was. Bad.)

So baby boy, it’s now 11.26pm and on a regular night, you would have been asleep 3 hours ago. Funny how kids like to save up all their sleeplessness in order to wear down their parents. If you weren’t such a sunny child, I would suspect that you and Amy are plotting together.

Instead of being asleep properly though, you are cat napping. I know I have said this before, but cat naps are for cats. Not for babies. Stop it.

Waking up 20 minutes after you fall asleep screaming like a banshee is not good for me sweetheart. It makes Mummy tired. When Mummy gets too tired Mummy can’t sleep because Mummy vomits all night. Which in turn makes everything worse.

Worse than that though? If I get too tired, I cannot play fun games like aeroplanes, or bouncing, or tickle the baby, because I am just too tired. Then you get bored and you cry and I cry and it’s just a vicious cycle.

So really, wouldn’t it be easier to just fall asleep already for me? Like, right now?

Please?

I love you, even when you don’t sleep.

-Mummy.

***

We’re both snuggled up in bed together at the moment. I’m playing on my laptop and Isaac is next to me in his three sided cot looking at the wall, playing with his hands and making noises. Sleep? Hahahaha.

Maybe later.

I think it’s The Revolution all over again. Sleep is for the weak.

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I love my baby brother.

by Veronica on April 30, 2009

in Gotta Laugh, Life

Dear David.

Remember when you were little and you wouldn’t shut up so I could go to sleep, so I pulled your pillow out from under your head and beat you with it?

Sometimes, I feel like doing that still.

I love you dearly baby brother, but please, if you plan on telling people that I have a blog, could you at least do a recon mission first and check what the post at the top of the page is?

Because if you are going to show your mentor my blog and your mentor is a known Tasmanian figure, then maybe, JUST MAYBE, it would be better for him if the first post he sees is not about orgasms.

And to tell him ‘she reviews sex toys’ is a little bit misleading. I have reviewed ONE sex toy. ONE. Not many, just one. (I haven’t received any others yet. Maybe I should email them…) I do occasionally talk about sex toys and their possibilities, but aside from the one (1) review, I don’t have first hand knowledge of anything I have talked about. (yet)

[My toy drawer is a little sad and sorry. I might talk the talk, but when it comes to paying out the money, I tend to keep my hands in my pockets.]

I am laughing about it now.

Hey, at least you thought to give him the ‘slightly adult content’ warning, right?

Love, Ronni

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