Saturday night - had a major lump in my right breast. Tried pumping and it didn't come out so I left it be. 3am another pumping session, so I tried using hot towel compress/ massage and still it couldn't come out. I broke down and after the following brief tantrum at the hubby, he went to get fresh supply of hot water and he helped me to do the breast massage. It was difficult for myself to do it because of the angle - the lump was located at the bottom on my right breast (exact mirror image of the left breast lump - so imagine my panicky thoughts that it might start another episode of infection). The thing is - IT WORKED!!!! So my hubby sat there and watched me pump it out - in case I have another meltdown again, and it was ok.
Sunday - had lumps on my upper left breast, but nothing a REALLY hot towel compress couldn't take care of. Actually at this stage, I'm already so immune to it. The problem was, baby was cranky, she rejected my breasts twice, didn't want me to carry and was wailing her lungs out - hubby carried and she promptly fell asleep. Later, the same thing, but I passed to the maid instead. I was so depressed, so extremely DEPRESSED. Of course, I had another meltdown and I started crying again *sigh*
Monday - didn't really carry baby much today - was pumping milk, cooking meals, clearing up the bedrooms and running errands. Then during dinner time, she wanted a feed but I only had 60ml in the bottle. So I BF instead and she took to it without much fuss. She fell asleep so I handed over to the hubby who had finished his dinner. She again of course did the merlion act, but the thing that had me laughing out loud was when I was trying to finish my dinner, my hubby came over to show me that the baby was still hungry. To illustrate, he used his knuckle to tease her mouth and she sucked at it HARD - just imagine like a very loud kiss. So I BF again, but this time on the other breast and she fell asleep after 10 minutes. She was so soundly asleep that I didn't dare to move her and I let her sleep on my lap for about 1 hour before I had to go to pee.
It had been a horrible week, but the ending was sweet. Somehow, it just makes it all worth while.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
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