Ouch does not begin to cover the pain inflicted by such an infection.
It came on very suddenly, going from, "I think maybe he has a bad latch *headscratch*," to "I'm going to scream if I have to nurse for two more seconds!!" in about 3 hours. Mastitis is no trip to the park. I offered all my suffering up to Him, and I'm sure He'll do good with it.....but it still was the pits. I'm on antibiotics which is a big step into mainstream medical society for me. I'm feeling better each day but not totally healthy yet.
My friend is convinced that I am doing too much. I am convinced my life needs some reorganization and prioritizing.
Getting back into the swing of school is harder than I thought it would be. Some of our old problems, such as lack of respect on the part of my 3rd grader, are resurfacing and they are crushing my spirits. My house is in disarray. My clothes don't fit. I confess I do not own a bra that fits me and have been wearing the same too small nursing tank everyday for 3 months (I do wash it every few days). I haven't done a lick of my own homework since My Lovey was born. I'm just feeling down and overall sorry for myself.
I am praying for a change in my heart, something to bring me back into the vocation with renewed strength. I know I am doing as God intends for me, I just need a little kick in the butt.
For now, I am going to clean my kitchen, do some laundry, get some sleep, cuddle my babies, and pray to Our Mother for her intercession.
P.S. I have actually been knitting something through all this complaining and feeling sorry for myself. I will post pictures soon. I also hand dyed (with Kool-Aid) some wool I have. Neat stuff.