Published on June 5th, 2016 | 245 Views0
When mum is down with mastitis again
The other Friday evening I collapsed on the sofa and complained to Daddy T that I felt completely knackered. I first put it down to the fact that I’d been alone with two kids and taken them to a farm on my own and then to swimming. I also figured it could be the Friday feeling–just end of the week exhaustion and a need to lie down.
But I don’t normally get a temperature from looking after children.
My temperature shot up, making me think about mastitis, and I then discovered I had a breast lump the size of a chicken fillet and redness in the same area. It felt warm to touch and I could see my weekend plans dwindle before me.
After breastfeeding for what seems like forever, however, I’ve been through mastitis several times and I was aware it would be best to act fast and get a prescription as soon as possible.
A few hours later I had the golden ticket and told Daddy T about the pharmacy on Old Brompton Road being open 24/7.
He offered me the car keys, not quite understanding how breastfeeding mums need a free pass for running mastitis-related errands. I may be breastfeeding, but I’m not driving around London at night to get my prescriptions when I’m feeling truly awful.
Nice try, Daddy T!
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