Infections, Then and Now
Sep. 21st, 2016 03:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sakon76So last time, post C-section, I got an infection of the surgical incision. Which was painful, gross, disgusting, and required Wonderful Husband to deal with it because I literally could not even see the infected area.
This time, I have mastitis in my right breast. Which is an infection of the milk ducts. Just as fun and painful as it sounds like. Spent most of yesterday following nurse's instructions and trying to head it off via self-care, only to finally have to go to urgent care and be prescribed antibiotics. Feeling a world away better today.
On top of that, we got a surprise visit from Child Protective Services related to Squiddle's ER visit, yesterday. While I was on hold with the nurse line, waiting to be told what to do! But the CPS visit, at least, seemed to go well and she seemed to think the accident was a non-issue and they would be able to close the case.
To end this on a happier note, I've been rereading my posts from three years ago, and am glad I wrote them because it makes it easier, human memory being the fragile, malleable thing it is, to see the differences between Squiddle and Jazzy.
Jazzy, even at eight days old, is more fastidious than his older brother. He doesn't want to nurse if his diaper is even wet. And this despite being in disposables, which theoretically wick the wetness away, at the moment. And he prefers his nursies in two or three "courses" with a brief breather in between each. I do sometimes have to talk to him and remind him that nursies are tastier than fisties. But fortunately the thumb-sucking of the first couple days seems to've abated. Thumb-sucking is a hard habit to break later. I know. I was one.
This time, I have mastitis in my right breast. Which is an infection of the milk ducts. Just as fun and painful as it sounds like. Spent most of yesterday following nurse's instructions and trying to head it off via self-care, only to finally have to go to urgent care and be prescribed antibiotics. Feeling a world away better today.
On top of that, we got a surprise visit from Child Protective Services related to Squiddle's ER visit, yesterday. While I was on hold with the nurse line, waiting to be told what to do! But the CPS visit, at least, seemed to go well and she seemed to think the accident was a non-issue and they would be able to close the case.
To end this on a happier note, I've been rereading my posts from three years ago, and am glad I wrote them because it makes it easier, human memory being the fragile, malleable thing it is, to see the differences between Squiddle and Jazzy.
Jazzy, even at eight days old, is more fastidious than his older brother. He doesn't want to nurse if his diaper is even wet. And this despite being in disposables, which theoretically wick the wetness away, at the moment. And he prefers his nursies in two or three "courses" with a brief breather in between each. I do sometimes have to talk to him and remind him that nursies are tastier than fisties. But fortunately the thumb-sucking of the first couple days seems to've abated. Thumb-sucking is a hard habit to break later. I know. I was one.
