Shortly after coming home from the hospital things started going down hill really fast.
I felt so great in the hospital that on day 2 I asked doctors and staff to let me go home early. I was walking wonderfully, virtually no pain at all - which is really saying something considering I had just had an emergency cesarean - I had a 2.5 year old that really needed to be back home with him mommy! I was ready. The doctor agreed as soon as I asked and we were off.
We got home and everyone was there waiting. Our immediate family, which is roughly 20 people, were all there to see the baby. We decided to order a pizza for everyone. I ate 1 piece and immediately became very very ill. My stomach started cramping so badly that I immediately went and lied down in bed fighting back the tears.
By 2am that morning, I was vomiting uncontrollably. You think coughing is scary after a c-section? Try vomiting!! It was horrible. I ended up in the emergency room, with my newborn in tow. Basically we realized I had not used the restroom since the Thursday PRIOR to having Bransen! I was so blocked up that I had become ill.
All in all, it took over 8 days to be able to use the restroom.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Labor Pains
It has been awhile - I know.
I finally did get knocked up :) I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy not more than 17 days ago! And while gorgeous and wonderful, his birth has brought me back to you. My non exisistant readers. My outlet. My therapy.
Where to start...The pregnancy? The delivery? The after math? So much material, so little time.
Let me start with the after math since that is the most recent and fresh in my mind and maybe we will talk a bit about the pregnancy at another time.
After a less than enjoyable pregnancy and a very difficult delivery, I was so happy laying in the hospital bed, cut from hip to hip, bleeding profusely and acky, happy just to be alive, holding my baby boy and not to be doubled over in pain. I was so surprised at how great I felt actually. I kept commenting to my husband and the hospital staff how amazingly good I felt. I was up walking around easily within 24 hours of an emergancy ceserean. I was relativly well rested, I was feeling good emotionally and I was feeling virtually painless considering the ordeal my body had just went through.
After Day 1, I asked the staff to cut off all pain medication! I just was on a mommy high! Feeling great! I had no idea that my cloud was about to have a horrible crash.
I was feeling so wonderful that I convinced my doctor to allow me to go home on day 2. He agreed (I am not sure which one of us was more stupid) and I was home before the clock hit 48 hours.
Still feeling great, the whole family came over to see us bring baby Bransen home and to see his big brother see him and love him at home for the first time. We ordered a pizza (mistake number 1) and all sat down to enjoy the company and food. I ate one slice and immediately began to feel horrible. My stomach hurt so bad, I swear it was worse than both of my labors. I was lying on my bed in tears, wondering where this was coming from. It didn't take long before we realized I was one seriously constipated girl. I failed to realize that I hadn't actually used the restroom since the day BEFORE I had my son. All in all, it was 8 days before I was able to go again. I couldn't eat because I would vomit everything up that I consumed. Have you ever had to sneeze or cough after a c-section? Know how scary that is? Try vomitting for 4 days straight!!! Oh the fun!
It was the worse 8 days of my life! I was in so much pain. So miserable. I am sad to say that that experience really has put some very serious doubt in my mind about whether I want to do this again.
I just don't think I can.
I finally did get knocked up :) I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy not more than 17 days ago! And while gorgeous and wonderful, his birth has brought me back to you. My non exisistant readers. My outlet. My therapy.
Where to start...The pregnancy? The delivery? The after math? So much material, so little time.
Let me start with the after math since that is the most recent and fresh in my mind and maybe we will talk a bit about the pregnancy at another time.
After a less than enjoyable pregnancy and a very difficult delivery, I was so happy laying in the hospital bed, cut from hip to hip, bleeding profusely and acky, happy just to be alive, holding my baby boy and not to be doubled over in pain. I was so surprised at how great I felt actually. I kept commenting to my husband and the hospital staff how amazingly good I felt. I was up walking around easily within 24 hours of an emergancy ceserean. I was relativly well rested, I was feeling good emotionally and I was feeling virtually painless considering the ordeal my body had just went through.
After Day 1, I asked the staff to cut off all pain medication! I just was on a mommy high! Feeling great! I had no idea that my cloud was about to have a horrible crash.
I was feeling so wonderful that I convinced my doctor to allow me to go home on day 2. He agreed (I am not sure which one of us was more stupid) and I was home before the clock hit 48 hours.
Still feeling great, the whole family came over to see us bring baby Bransen home and to see his big brother see him and love him at home for the first time. We ordered a pizza (mistake number 1) and all sat down to enjoy the company and food. I ate one slice and immediately began to feel horrible. My stomach hurt so bad, I swear it was worse than both of my labors. I was lying on my bed in tears, wondering where this was coming from. It didn't take long before we realized I was one seriously constipated girl. I failed to realize that I hadn't actually used the restroom since the day BEFORE I had my son. All in all, it was 8 days before I was able to go again. I couldn't eat because I would vomit everything up that I consumed. Have you ever had to sneeze or cough after a c-section? Know how scary that is? Try vomitting for 4 days straight!!! Oh the fun!
It was the worse 8 days of my life! I was in so much pain. So miserable. I am sad to say that that experience really has put some very serious doubt in my mind about whether I want to do this again.
I just don't think I can.
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