I've determined that I have pretty much gotten the raw end of the deal in regards to nursing these babies. I think the universe is punishing me for having such an easy time of things with Nathan.
Brandon and I went out for Halloween this past weekend. I was gone for around 6 hours. Upon returning home, I nursed the babies at 3am. And it was like someone stuck shards of glass in my right nipple. I cried all the way through that feeding.
After getting up on Sunday, I tried to do a little research. I thought that I might have the beginnings of mastitis again. But I didn't have the flu-like symptoms that usually accompany mastitis. Then I found what looked like a blister and thought it was a milk bleb.
Now, the blister looking thing is gone and yet I feel as if I may die every time I have a nursing session. I have no idea what is wrong at this point. I cry through every feeding and have started to take heavy painkillers (left over from my mastitis diagnosis). I have to take painkillers every 4 hours to just barely make it through.
So I'm giving it a couple of days. If it still hasn't gotten better, I'm going to have to see a lactation consultant or something. I would go to my doctor, but when it comes to breastfeeding, I am mostly teaching him about it.
This has really put a hold on my running for the Couch to 5K because I can't even let my boob rub up against my T-shirt. :(
I'm frustrated and in pain.
Probably more information that ya'll needed about my boobs, but hey, it's my blog.