On Saturday morning, after a quick jog around the neighborhood, I noticed my chest was hurting while I was nursing Ty. I feared that the clogged duct I had had the day before may be turning into mastitis (an infection from breastfeeding), and I quickly started an antibiotic. As the day went on, I prayed I had caught it early enough....
Then, the night came. At 3:30 in the morning, with a fever of 102, my body aching, and my chest burning, I was forced to face the truth- I was sidelined. There was no way that I could run 26.2 miles. This was the second time I have had mastitis while breastfeeding Ty - the first was on Christmas day. The kid has great timing. :)
I was a nursing soldier with MJ - I breastfed him for 8 months during residency, and I did not have one clogged duct or episode of mastitis. Ty and I, on the other hand, have had our struggles. He is 5.5 months now, so I only have 2 more weeks left to make my goal of 6 months. I pray that I can last that long.
Sometimes, I think of my breast pump as a third appendage. Between MJ and Ty, I have pumped in call rooms, in between cardiac arrests in the ICU, on the GYN floor at Grady Hospital, in airports, on vacation, on the Budweiser bus at tailgates, in the bathroom at the Georgia Dome, and a plethora of other places. I could go on and on... I have a love/hate relationship with that thing, and I am ready to put it away.
Having said that, I am truly going to miss nursing Ty. I absolutely love the emotional bond that nursing provides, and I am going to miss it more than I could ever explain in words. There is an indescribable connection, a wonderful attachment between mother and child that will be difficult for me to let go....
You don't really think you're going to stop in 2 weeks, do you??
Now that I am done ranting, I hope all of you enjoy some pictures from the past couple of weeks!
This jumping thing wears me out
No eating, just playing