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I used to have this picture I kept in the bathroom. It was of a classic claw foot bath tub and under it were the words “There’s nothing that a nice, long, warm bubble bath can’t fix.” It helped me relax when I was having a bad day.
Earlier this past Fall, I experienced what I thought were clogged milk ducts while breastfeeding my younger daughter. I went to the lactation nurse at our pediatrician’s office. “Oh yeah,” she said. “That’s just clogged milk ducts. Just go home and take a nice warm bath. It should work itself out once you soak in the warm water, no problem. Maybe do some gentle massage too. But don’t worry, you’re fine.” Then she also gave me some advice on trying not to do too much–be careful, as a working mom, don’t over do it, make sure you take care of yourself, etc, etc. Her parting words however gave me pause, “Now remember, if it doesn’t clear up after a while, go see your doctor.”
I thought about the old photo the claw foot tub and thought, “Well, maybe there’s something to it.” However, taking a bath in our rental house bathroom was the last thing I could imagine as relaxing. It was one of those awful turquoise tiled baths from the 60’s with a rusted drain. I needed major aromatherapy bath salts to make this endeavor tolerable, yet alone relaxing. So I headed over to Whole Foods and treated myself to a couple uber fancy bath salt selections, then headed home with a container of bleach to clean the ancient tub. Once ready, I slid into the warm water.
Ahh, the bath salts do smell nice, don’t look at the tile, think of a pleasant place. You’re at a 5 star resort in Hawaii, Hawaii, Hawaii-just like the relaxing music on your iPod, ahh Hawaii…low tide, water washing away, cold breeze on arms, and legs. Wait! What’s happening?
I open my eyes. The freakin’ water is draining out of the freakin’ tub!!!! Ok, relax. “RELAX,” I tell myself. Positive energy, positive energy. I hunker down, trying to dip my upper body into the puddle of water still left, but it’s no use. Bath is aborted after 2 1/2 minutes of absolute non-zen.
A week goes by and no improvements are see in my “clogged milk ducts.” I try to think it’s because the magic bath didn’t work but decide to make an appointment with my OBGYN to be safe. After she examines me, she determines that it’s just clogged milk ducts too but writes me a referral for a mammogram “just to be sure.”
Toast your day with a nice glass of champagne because you deserve some bubbles that will really relax you and aren’t from hell. Salut!
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HI! I’m a Shana, self-proclaimed Media Mixologist, wife, and mom to two little girls. I love to mix up cocktails of crafts, recipes, wellness, family and business with just the right amount of sparkle to help you shine everyday. So, grab a glass, and let’s celebrate the cocktail of life!