I pushed myself way to hard on Thursday and Friday last week. I knew I was doing it, but didn’t really think about the consequences. We were having company on Saturday, dinner plans Friday night, I had a meeting Friday morning, and Tommy and I had volunteered to speak at his school on Friday afternoon about getting out of debt. They were fun commitments, but commitments nonetheless.
I pushed through. Just not allowing myself to feel tired or drained. Well, Friday night in the middle of the night I felt the tell-tale signs of a plugged milk duct. A hard painful lump in my left breast. I KNOW better than to ignore such things. I’m a lactation expert…but the siren song of entertaining others called to me.
However, instead of staying in bed I got up, and Tommy mostly got the kids ready, and I hung out with our guests. We sat and chatted and then all went out shopping together. By this time my head was pounding. I should have stayed home. By the time we got back to the car I was having full body chills. Tommy drove us to the health food store for some much needed sustenance and supplements. At home, I went straight to bed.
It was a little late for that though. I was already in the throws of a fever and chills and aches…so many body aches.
I stayed in bed until this morning. My mama came over and took care of the boys while I slept so Tommy could go have dinner with our guests. And the girls spent the night at my parents’ house. Lesson learned: It doesn’t matter how many months post partum you are. When you need mother care, just do it…
I could have stayed in my jammies and told our guests I didn’t feel well in the morning…and maybe laid on the couch to visit with them. I could have not cleaned every inch of the rooms that they were going to see. I could have let go of one or two responsibilities beforehand.
Instead I suffered. It was a painful lesson, but most lessons that I end up remembering are. So, as the holiday season is upon us, I hope that you are taking care of yourself.