Boobie has a Boo-boo

My boob is broken. I woke up yesterday morning with a very tender and red right boob, with what I suspect to be a clogged milk duct. Surprisingly, its really painful. I even have a fever, which might be attributed to a sinus infection, although highly coincidental that the fever and clog happened on the same day. Every time my arm brushes against me, I wince. I even had to take my bra off. I haven't taken off my bra, besides to shower, since I gave birth. Rightfully so. Imagine carrying around 12 oz of liquid on your chest without support. I hear the chorus of "Do Your Boobs Hang Low" starting already.

Home remedies include nursing like crazy - check. Warm compresses - check. Hot showers - check. Massage - check. And, last but not least, get this, nursing on all fours. As in placing little Wy on pillows and essentially tea bagging my boob into his mouth. Let gravity do the work. I am very hesitant about this one. I'm afraid someone will catch me in the act and think I am a sexual deviant. Or my worst fears will be realized and I will officially be a cow. Not to mention the laughter they will hear in Japan.

I have decided to wait on that last one until I have exhausted all other options. This morning I tried pumping on hands and knees. No dice. I was really having trouble keeping still with blood rushing to my head and balancing with one hand. Can you imagine if I fell on him? God, how traumatizing!! For both of us. I hope the duct unclogs itself real quick. I don't want it to come to doggie style nursing. However, I don't know how much longer I can take this.

A side note: Wyatt loves me so much. He totally knew I wasn't feeling well and slept like a champ. He slept from 9:30-1:45, 2:15-5:00, and 5:30-7:45. Our best night yet!! Even with a fever. Maybe we are turning over a new leaf. I am trying not to get my hopes up.