Snips and Snails and PUPPS Tales
Kris did the preschool run today for which I am so grateful. Sleep eludes me what with my third sinus infection, aching hips (I know you’re just doing your job Relaxin but still . . .) and heartburn. I was glad to stay in bed for a little while and partake in some literal navel gazing.
Even I look at these and cringe. Sorry about the bra but I cannot stand to wear a shirt. Or a bra. This rash spreads all over my breasts, chest, neck and into my hairline. It is also on the insides of my arms.
Here are commonalities between PUPPS sufferers:
- Women carrying boys (70% of sufferers deliver boys)
- First pregnancy
- Carrying multiples (twins, triplets, etc.)
No. I enjoy unusually low blood pressure. It was 54/94 on Tuesday.
PUPPS stands for pruritic urticarial papules and plaques of pregnancy and it happens only in pregnancy and only in 1 out of every 200 pregnancies. It will just go away after the baby is born. In between crying jags I try to remember that I am really lucky that it didn’t manifest until 37 weeks. I immediately went to my doctor and got an ointment so when it becomes intolerable I will be prepared.
I’m also using PUPPS to my advantage. There’s a reason why most women only have this in their first pregnancy and that is because the loving, adoring, affectionate arms of your other child now sting like a m*therfucker. To take it a step further, while breastfeeding Arlo has become painful, it is now unthinkable. So this morning while holding him close I told him that “The pink bumps hurt Momma. Milk needs to be all done because I don’t want Arlo to get the pink bumps. Then pink bumps would hurt Arlo.” Total lie. PUPPS is not contagious. But now I have this visual, tactile barrier and damnit, I’m going to use it. I don’t expect a mastectomy would stop Arlo from breastfeeding but I’m going to try. I’m really, really ready.
I’m also really, really ready to go back to bed.