My baby was born the 17th via planned cesarean. We came home Thursday the 20th and I had to go to the ER Saturday, ended up there all night and was admitted to stay all day and night until Monday because turned out they accidentally cut my bladder and I was leaking urine into my abdomen from the time they removed my catheter Tuesday the 18th until I had another catheter put in (unfortunately not numb that time) Sunday at 2am the 23rd. My abdomen was so distended I couldn't put on the belt they had given me when I left the hospital. I was in an amazing amount of pain and getting sick because my kidneys were not able to function. So I was discharged yesterday with a catheter that I get to keep in for 2 weeks and fingers crossed my bladder heals itself otherwise we get to do surgery. Now healing from a csection is quite "fun" enough, but I considered it the lesser of two evils since I had a failed induction that became a csection with my first in what I considered a less than ideal birthing situation, but I came to terms with it. And my inability to breastfeed. But then this babe comes along and we decide to skip the unknown, just straightforward have the baby, heal as quickly as possible, and spend as much family time as possible before I have to look for a full time job and leave my babies. But now we have another less than ideal delivery/homecoming, failure to breastfeed again and I went back to the hospital thinking my catheter wasn't working and was told I was having bladder spasms and prescribed a pill that my insurance won't cover and would cost me $400. So I guess I will just deal with the bladder spasms for the next two weeks and hope they get better on their own! I have been trying so hard not to cry all day, everything is sore, I am crazy swollen (I didn't have any before birth this time) I am so uncomfortable and am kind of angry that I have to deal with this on top of healing from having the csection. Like I was just too optimistic about how things would go and I should have known better! I just needed to rant and to have a good cry. I know it's not the end of the world, and I dealt with PPD with my first and I am just so worried I am going to go through it again.