I was home from the hospital after my second c-section (Hello, Pax!) for roughly...two days? Three?...before coming down with a case of mastitis. It turns out that "engorgement" is a real thing that can happen, uh, immediately.
Before we were discharged, I remember the hospital's lactation consultant reaching over, squeezing my boobs and saying, "Honk, honk! Congratulations! Your milk is in already! Watch out for engorgement..." the rest is all mwah mwah mwah since I tuned her out...erroneously thinking that I knew it all.
I mean, after "honk, honk" what else do you really need to hear?
Evidently more than I did.
So I suddenly found myself on a daily regime that included motrin, tylenol, the usual post-op narcotic, stool softeners, and antibiotics...as well as dealing with a sluggish, after c-section digestive system (read: no pooping).
I've never been so nauseous in my life.