Recovery
This may be TMI for all of you so be forewarned.
I had a c-section with my little Isabella. It wasn't a fun experience to say the least, and wasn't at all how I pictured the birth of my daughter. Of course, she was worth the bad reaction to the anesthesia, the blase attitude of the attending physician and the ultimate physical pain that accompanies a major operation.
This is where it gets gross. My recovery was great until about 4 days ago. During the night, Isabella spit up a few times. I cleaned her up and fell back to sleep, but a few hours later heard her coughing and on instinct I leapt out of bed to see if she was ok. Leaping out of bed is a bad idea when you have a gash in your belly. I opened up one side of the incision about a centimeter.
I was at the doctor on Wednesday and he said that it was okay and that things looked good, but that I would have to clean the opening each morning and night. Uh ok doc.
Sounds easy, right?
Cleaning involves draining the wound, and each time at least a few tablespoons of fluid comes out. The most vile smelling fluid EVER. And then I have to dab at the opening with Hydrogen Peroxide and put a clean dressing on. The first time I did it, I almost fainted as there was an enormous amount of fluid that drained. Now each time, I feel less and less light headed. Still, it is awful. Am I getting better? Yes. Now if I cough, it doesn't hurt. That's a good sign. But I can't wait to recover so I can exercise and be more of an active mom to my baby. One that doesn't need at least one vicodin each day.
Moral of the story? Fight if your doctor says you need a c-section. Get a second opinion from another doctor on call. Don't give in like I did out of sheer exhaustion.
Was she worth it? Of course. If I have to clean this wound for the rest of my natural born life, she would still be worth it. We went on our first shopping trip to the mall today with my mom (nana) and she was an absolute angel (didn't cry once in 3 hours) and charmed every person that came across her. I even had an uninterrupted lunch (save for putting the binky back in her mouth a couple of times). It's nice how a baby can turn a sour mood into a smile. People would walk by obviously in a not so great mood, take one look at the little happy baby, and they would smile too.
She's too much for me to handle sometimes. Sometimes I look at her and weep because I love her so much.
Boy is she worth it.
G
I had a c-section with my little Isabella. It wasn't a fun experience to say the least, and wasn't at all how I pictured the birth of my daughter. Of course, she was worth the bad reaction to the anesthesia, the blase attitude of the attending physician and the ultimate physical pain that accompanies a major operation.
This is where it gets gross. My recovery was great until about 4 days ago. During the night, Isabella spit up a few times. I cleaned her up and fell back to sleep, but a few hours later heard her coughing and on instinct I leapt out of bed to see if she was ok. Leaping out of bed is a bad idea when you have a gash in your belly. I opened up one side of the incision about a centimeter.
I was at the doctor on Wednesday and he said that it was okay and that things looked good, but that I would have to clean the opening each morning and night. Uh ok doc.
Sounds easy, right?
Cleaning involves draining the wound, and each time at least a few tablespoons of fluid comes out. The most vile smelling fluid EVER. And then I have to dab at the opening with Hydrogen Peroxide and put a clean dressing on. The first time I did it, I almost fainted as there was an enormous amount of fluid that drained. Now each time, I feel less and less light headed. Still, it is awful. Am I getting better? Yes. Now if I cough, it doesn't hurt. That's a good sign. But I can't wait to recover so I can exercise and be more of an active mom to my baby. One that doesn't need at least one vicodin each day.
Moral of the story? Fight if your doctor says you need a c-section. Get a second opinion from another doctor on call. Don't give in like I did out of sheer exhaustion.
Was she worth it? Of course. If I have to clean this wound for the rest of my natural born life, she would still be worth it. We went on our first shopping trip to the mall today with my mom (nana) and she was an absolute angel (didn't cry once in 3 hours) and charmed every person that came across her. I even had an uninterrupted lunch (save for putting the binky back in her mouth a couple of times). It's nice how a baby can turn a sour mood into a smile. People would walk by obviously in a not so great mood, take one look at the little happy baby, and they would smile too.
She's too much for me to handle sometimes. Sometimes I look at her and weep because I love her so much.
Boy is she worth it.
G
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