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Mastitis is SO natural for me.

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Between my surgery, Dallin's Croup virus and then a THIRD round of mastitis, we have been home A LOT. And surprisingly Lexi has handled it well. But really I thought this might just be our new life until Spring. I mean the local grocery stores are already setting it up where you just order your groceries in advance and they come load your car. I get the urge. Preschool has been cancelled every week last month due to illnesses, but you can't catch mastitis, it just comes oh so naturally...to me.

I didn't even know it was a real option at the time, 9 months into it! It totally took me by surprise and had no warning. That's why when the breast pain came earlier in the day, I figured it was due to Dallin's teething. But then I realized it was the breast tissue. Once the chills set in that evening I texted Mr Smith and told him I had mastitis, right after the doctor office closed. I just figured I'd hold on until the 6:45 time period when Mr Smith said he would be home LATE of course. WELL THAT CAME AND WENT. So I kinda begged Connie & Lisa to come take the kids off me and bring the eggs home Mr Smith said he would pick up for the egg drop soup. Once Mr Smith showed up around 8:30 - I was already in bed waiting for a blessing and some NyQuil. When he read the text he heard "just mastitis" so I nagged him about his failed support (a simple text to tell me you're delayed, I MIGHT AS WELL HAVE THE FLU AND NEED YOU). My shakes were SO bad.

The kids were actually quite supportive and especially Lexi was really sweet and helpful. Both slept better in the night or at least I was too out of it to notice. Mr Smith was a complete hero the next day as he took work off and took care of me and the kids making up for the previous late night threefold. Constant heat packs, liquid, medicine, etc... required. Besides the bathroom that morning, I don't believe I got out of bed that day. I got on antibiotics that night. Nausea was the only thing that seemed to be different this time around. I threw up that first night and really lost my appetite for the full two days, I'm guessing due to my bad shakes. I made it to Dallin's 9 month apt on time and thought I was conquering the world picking up around the house, but I was still really weak the third day. I got winded really easily and the headache still came and went so a friend watched the kids while I went to the grocery store that afternoon. 

It's amazing how quickly our bodies can fail us, but also to see how many people I have in my life for support. I even got a surprise meat gift from my grandmother that gave me something to be excited about during a time of the pits. THREE more months and hopefully this nursing gig can come to a close. I always look forward to it.


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