February 3

Mastitis.

It hit last night, as I was working on the blog. I couldn't get warm, and couldn't figure out why I was so cold. Then I began shaking. My fever rose, and I grew more miserable. Called my midwife. Sent Chris out for cabbage. Called the midwife again. Sent Chris out for antibiotics.  Finally fell asleep. 

Today I had lots of pain, but no more infection symptoms. I tried my hardest to stay in bed all day, so I only managed to take this picture.

Eli is happiest when I wear him, but it's not an option with the mastitis. Ouch. But he sure is sweet snuggled up next to me!

Around 5:00 my fever came back, and began skyrocketing until it reached 104.3. Scary. We got it down, and the midwives called in a prescription for another antibiotic. I am miserable and this is awful. Thankfully, my mom is available to help Chris with the kids, because I am no good. I have an appointment to see our family doc tomorrow, who just happens to be a breastfeeding specialist. I'm hopeful she will have a magic cure for this awful pain.

At this point, I just have to laugh. First my water breaking at 35 weeks, then my labor failing to start, then the pitocin, then nearly to the OR for a c-section, then the epidural and the second epidural because the first didn't work, then two blown IVs, then Eli's poor blood sugar, then Eli's struggles nursing, and now this. I'm ready for things to be easy, but it also makes me so thankful that things were so easy with my other three. I trust that God has a plan, and I trust that he will provide. But right now I'd like the hard stuff to stop, please.