Cruel Irony

Ok, ok, I've calmed down over here. Sorry for the nasty rant last time, I just can't believe after everything else that my body has messed up on, it continues to fail me. It is super-frustrating.

Anyway, I went to the OB on Friday afternoon, and yup, mastitis. Both boobs, worse in rightie. So I'm on antibiotics - and not one of those easy Z-Pac things, oh no. Pills 4 times a day for 10 days, and taken on an empty stomach. Never mind that I'm breastfeeding (more on that in a sec) and hungry all the time. Sigh, I just can't win here.

And yes, I'm still breastfeeding. In fact, the same infection that was the straw that broke this breastfeeder's back, the one that made me throw in the towel without remorse (but maybe with some anger?). That same infection is forcing me to continue breastfeeding indefinitely. As my OB said, don't change anything about my breastfeeding routine now, it will only worsen the infection. Oh great. Can't you just taste the irony??

And I'm going to have to be super-careful and slow when I do try to wean her, as the mastitis may come back as my body adjusts to making less milk. Ugh. So it looks like the Critter may just get her breastmilk through 5-ish months anyway, whether I want it or not.

I am glad she is such a flexible girl though, she is ok with boob or bottle, from me or from dad or whoever. And so far, she is ok with antibiotic-tainted milk, which everyone assures me is totally safe for her to eat. I was warned she may get a little more tummy upset (like anyone could from antibiotics) but knock on wood, so far so good. I'm eating yogurt like it's my job.

So that's the story here, from If-it-can-go-wrong-it-will land. Still making milk, still a cow. Moo.