My Story

The chronicle of the journey from infertility, to miscarriage, to finally raising twin girls born in June 2012.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Tonights freakout brought to you by....

Breast leakage! 

Sitting on the couch with K and we're talking about how to get me back out into the world.  I was becoming a recluse before I got pregnant and the pregnancy just gave me an excuse to further recluse myself. 

What can I say, I have issues.

And I'm thinking that I've actually felt a little more like myself for a couple of hours.  Not crying, not a zombie, just more like myself.

Then I realize that I'm wet around the left breast.  And I look at my nightgown and find two large wet spots.  And there goes all of that ok feeling and I freak out again.  I'm just so disgusted with my body overall! 

And I have to send K into the back room to retrieve the lactation pads that I had purchased a few weeks ago (just in case) and I have to put on a bra and figure out how these things work.

One week ago, I was on the phone with the doctor, in pain, and about to head into the emergency room.  Has it been a week already?  It feels like it was 2 minutes ago and 20 years ago.  And now I'm sitting on the couch with a wet boob.  Lovely.

1 comment:

  1. How could they send you home after this? how could they not do more? As if this was just another day? As if this was not HUGE? It's not even my life and I get sick with hurt over this. How could they just send you home??? Holy crap! I feel like going down there and reading them the riot act!!!

    This is BIG BIG stuff. Go in there and make them give you a life supply of xanax. How DARE they send you home like la di dah?!
    This is going to sting a long asss time. i am sorry, babe, this is one of the ugliest things anyone could endure. it's not fair and it's not okay. Go and throttle them!!!


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