I didn't know whether to post this here or not but I decided it's my blog.. I can post about what I want.
Also, you may not want to read this if you don't want to hear about boobs, pus and other things that people can find offensive.
In early January I noticed a lump in one of my 'boobs'. I attributed it to the fact that I was breastfeeding and figured if it was still bothering me when I got back from Seattle I would make an appointment. Well.. it was still there. I went to my Doctor who sent me down for an ultrasound because he couldn't be sure what it was without one. Of course, I had Kenzie with me and apparently they can't do ultrasounds with little babies in the room. O..K. Que, an ultrasound appointment the following week. By this time I noticed a red mark and the area was starting to really bug me. I was so excited for my appointment (even though it was a pain) because finally I would get some relief. NOT SO. The u/s tech took a few shots and told me she wanted to show the radiologist. A few minutes later the Doctor came in saying that the images were abnormal and I needed a biopsy. Say what? A biopsy.. seriously, it's just milk. Or at least that's what I thought. I called Jason and started crying of course thinking the worst. My biopsy was on Thursday and they wouldn't have the results until Monday. 4 days of waiting. Not fun. They also said that there was like a 1% chance of infection after the biopsy. The technician even said she had been working for about 10 years and has only seen one patient. Well, guess who that 1% was... me. Oh, and did I mention I wasn't allowed to lift anything (including Kenzie) for 3 days. Awful. I still can't.. but that comes later.
The hubs took excellent care of me the first few days. I felt like I'd been beat with a baseball bat. Really.. I'm sure that's what it would feel like. I thought this was only because I didn't take pain meds.
On Monday, I was anxiously awaiting the news. And you bet I'd prepared myself for the worst. Anywho 3pm rolled around and I hadn't heard anything so I braved it and called the Dr. She said she would call me back after she looked up the report. Her findings... inflammation from lactation. Seriously? Seriously?
1) I was mad I had to do the stinkin' biopsy for something I could have told her
BUT
2) I was glad they actually checked it out
Anyways... I forgot to mention that i was still leaking out of my biopsy site.. i thought it was milk. So I told the DR and she said to come back in and they would fix it. When I got to the hospital they took one look and said 'that doesn't look good'. They promptly sent me up to the surgery department. The surgeon took one look and said... oh we have to open that back up and it's going to hurt. GREAT.. Fantastic. It wasn't enough that I had to milk holes in one boob but now I got to go through even more pain. Ugh. So inconvenient.
After he tortured me (really.. it hurt a lot.. I may of had some choice words). He sent me on my merry way. I picked up my meds and went home. Only to soak through my packed bandage a few hours later. I know, I know.. TMI. But I am just getting frustrated. I went back this AM to have a bandage change .. the nurse said it looked like mostly milk but it's still annoying. OH and I'm not allowed to BF on this side.. so poor Kenzie has been pretty much starving so she has become a mostly formula baby. THIS is what makes me so mad. I want to decide when to stop BFing.. not because of some stupid biopsy that I really didn't need. I'm sure if I pumped and pumped, etc.. I may be able to keep up but that's just not going to happen.
Anyways.. all is well and hopefully I won't have a huge lumpy chest from all the bandages very soon. But I won't hold my breath. Thank goodness for Mother-in-laws and husbands who can definately pick up my slack when I have limited physical abilities.
I hope everyone else had a great weekend!
3 years ago