Flooded Lizard Kingdom

Normally I try to avoid mentioning my boobs on my blog. I'm making an exception today. If this makes you uncomfortable, please step away from your monitor.

I woke up at 2:00 a.m. because my left breast hurt. A lot. I thought it was just a really, really big backlog of milk because the baby had been asleep since 8:30 and my body is used to him waking up to nurse more than that. I fell back asleep, and woke up again at 3:00 when he started crying. And I started crying, because I was in even more pain. In fact, I woke C-Man up and had him get the baby out of his crib and put him in my lap in the rocking chair because I didn't think I could do it.

At that point, I still thought we had a supply and demand issue. The baby finished nursing and went back to sleep, and I was still in pain.

Then I started to shake uncontrollably.

Then I threw up. And threw up again. And threw up again. And threw up again.

Then my temperature went up to 104.

Then I took some acetominophen and it didn't come down. Then I sat in a cold bath for at least half an hour and it came down to 101.

Then my head started to pound in a way that made me wonder whether dying might not be preferable.

At this point, I had figured out that a little extra milk was not the culprit. And as it turns out, I have a breast infection. C-Man stayed home today, but his boss is in Japan so he really needs to go back tomorrow and I will be here with baby all day. My sister says the antibiotics will make me feel better in 24 hours, which is about 11:00 a.m. tomorrow. I'm no longer throwing up, shaking, or wishing for death due to headache.

But I am really, really tired.

And I have to say, sending C-Man for a vasectomy is sounding better and better.