I wanted to write this down so that I could maybe try to figure out what’s going on. I thought this would be helpful if I talk to the LC again. I would appreciate any suggestions…
Weds (4/2) – I get a terribly plugged duct in the afternoon/evening. LOTS of pumping. I am unable to clear it and go to bed.
Thurs (4/3) – It is flowing freely in the morning and things are better(ish) all day. happy happy joy joy Normal pumping (5x)
Fri – It is lumpy, owey and slow-flowing again. I attributed it to swelling from Weds. Took ibuprofen. Normal pumping (5x)
Sat & Sun – Both sides are lumpy all weekend, but no huge “back-up” like Weds. I think I’m being sensitive. Supply normal to slightly low Weekend pumping (3-4x)
Yesterday – It still has a somewhat lumpy feel, but much “smaller” feeling (like it is giving). My supply is about 1/3 what it usually is on that side. I’m talking <1 ounce after 3+ hours. Around 7 pm I notice that the “bad” boob has turned red and blotchy. I fret that it is getting infected, but it isn’t sore, so I don’t worry too much. One extra pumping (6x)
This morning – Quinn nursed very well from the “bad” side. When I pumped, I got over 2 ounces (a lot considering she nursed from that side) from the bad side… and only 1 1/4 ounces from the good side that she didn’t nurse from. I would expect at least 2 ounces from the side she didn’t nurse from.
What the hell? Every time I think things are fixed, there is some kind of relapse. I was going to call the LC again today. (Yay for free help lines) What would I say, though? I have a large number of weird things to report, but the #1 issue (supply on left side) seems fine this AM.
Could I have over-pumped and injured myself further at some point here?
I got a migraine yesterday. Migraine may be related to hormones. Hormones are related to milk supply. Could I possibly attribute yesterday’s terrible supply to a combo of hormones and sludgy milk? I didn’t drink much water yesterday.
I’m mentally preparing myself for weaning, but I want to be the one to do it (or Quinn to do it), I don’t want it thrust upon us.