Mastitis strikes, with pain and fire, A breast inflamed, a mother's ire. The warmth and redness soon appear, A swollen breast that's tender, dear.
It starts in ducts where milk may stay, A blockage forms, infection's way. Bacteria creep from baby's mouth, Through cracked nipples, heading south.
A fever rises, chills begin, Fatigue and aches set deep within. Yet still, the milk must find its flow, To ease the pain and help it go.
For those who nurse, it’s lactation’s test, A mother’s challenge, her body stressed. But even those who do not feed Can face this plight, a painful need.
In non-lactation, chronic burns, As smoking adds to health concerns. The ducts inflamed, infection’s course, Brings further pain, an urgent force.
With treatment clear—antibiotics call, Pain relief to ease it all. Continue nursing, pumping too, To heal the breast and see it through.
Though mastitis may bring tears and strife, It’s one more part of human life. A battle fought, a wound that's healed, With care and love, all is revealed.
