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the boob, the boob, the boob is on fire

I was going to write about how much better the day to day has gotten. But then I woke up this morning in extreme pain, followed by chills and a feverish feeling. I could feel the plugged duct causing the mastitis. I must have gotten it unplugged because when rowan nursed he was having to swallow so fast that I was scared he would choke. And then I pumped 3oz from that side alone.   This morning I had the telltale red streaks radiating out. 

I hate mastitis. It is evil. And not to be super whiney, but can I catch a break please?  And universe… I don’t mean broken bones. 

I did find some hopefully good news in regards to COBRA. If I make my official return to work date 8/31 instead of 9/1 then hopefully I can save $1200. So yay. 

I’ll save all touchy feely updates for when my boob isn’t trying to eat itself. 

  

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Rhiannon Giles

Rhiannon Giles is a freelance writer from Durham, North Carolina. She interweaves poignancy and humor to cover topics ranging from prematurity to parenting and mental health. Her work has been featured on sites such as The New York Times, Washington Post, Parents, Scary Mommy, McSweeney's, and HuffPost. You can find her being consistently inconsistent on her blog, Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram.

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