This post is going to be about my boobs. I don’t even care.
It’s been a week since Abby last nursed. I haven’t pumped or anything. I went cold turkey, remembering back when I quit with Aric, the dry-up time wasn’t all that bad. And yet, here I am a week later and STILL in pain.
I’m not engorged any more, although that was a fun two days. No, now I just ache all day. I’m certain I have plugged ducts, since there are hard spots that seem to soften after I massage them. I’m leaking. Well, not to much leaking as much as DRIPPING EVERYWHERE. It’s … odd.
I’ve tried sudafed to dry me up. And while it did a great job of drying my sinuses, no such luck with the milk. I temporarily stopped taking my progestin-only BCP, as I read that in some women it encourages milk production. And yes, I’ll be heading to the store this afternoon to pick up a head of cabbage. That’s how desperate I am. I’m willing to smell like sauerkraut to dry this shit up.
I feel like my body is punishing me. Perhaps my boobs are personally offended that I ever suggested they were not producing enough milk and have retaliated by making ALL the milk. I want to pump so badly just for relief, but I don’t want to start this cycle all over again!
On the other side of the coin, however, things are going great. Within 2 days Abby started having heavy, wet diapers again, and her stools returned to standard baby-food poops. She takes milk from a bottle with no issue whatsoever. We actually started giving her formula in her bedtime bottle to help her stay asleep longer at night. Last night she slept from 7:30pm to 6am. She hasn’t done that since the beginning of June!! PRAISE GLORIOUS SLEEP!
I just need these boobs to cooperate, and it will all be better and I can hug my children once again without yelping in pain. Oh how I look forward to that!