
Along this healing path, I had a bit of a scare last night. Not with the baby, but with myself. I have pushing it way too hard, getting up improperly, not eating right, not drinking enough, not napping or sleeping, etc. I have been doing too much, when I should be resting and recovering. I've been experiencing a sharp pain in the left side of my incision. It was on the top of pain scale where all I wanted to do was cry and lay there. I could barely nurse Didi. This was coupled with the constipation which was caused by the epidural shutting down all of my organs. The hard stools are building and hurting my insides a lot.
Anyway, so last night I got up to go to the bathroom and the pain meds were not helping at all. I sat down and some blood starting flowing out, I thought it was a lot, but when I spoke with the nurse this morning, she said it was normal and I could bleed for up to 6 weeks, be it a vaginal delivery or a C-Section. However, I got the chills so bad, it felt like knives cutting through my body and breasts. I got back into bed and my violent shaking woke up Dan. We spent the next three hours trying to recover. It was scary. However I don't think it's an infection or anything because my temperature is fine and the incision still looks good. It was a combo of fear, pain, guilt, exhaustion, etc.
I spoke to the nurse this morning and she said it sounds like I am not drink enough fluids. I am dehydrated and that is causing hard stools, pain, more blood from pushing on my surgery area and uterus. When you breast feed, your body puts all essential nutrients and fluids in the milk first and then in your body. Well, I was not treating my body very well, just getting enough for my baby girl. I took a step back and said I HAVE to slow down, rest, eat, and drink a TON more water. It was so scary last night and this morning that Dan called into work to stay with me today. I am soooo beyond thankful for that. He is such a wonderful, dedicated, hard working, loving, supportive husband, I have no idea what I would do without him. He has made me meals, brought water, covered me in blankets, changed all dirty diapers, ran errands, and is now napping on the couch with Miss Didi. It was also an extremely long night for him, caring for both his girls.
It's just hard because I don't have much help during the week days. It takes a good two weeks to even heal slightly from this surgery. I'm not allowed to drive for two weeks, which I wouldn't want to on pain meds and feeling this way. There is so much to share with everyone and I am looking forward to coming back on here. It is very therapeutic for me to write, be it if anyone reads it or not.
I'll get through it. If I can labor for two days on all types of induction drugs then go into surgery, I can endure a little bit of pain.
La Sirena and the sweet one week old Tadpole
