C Section Birth Story (ish) and post story
So I had my planned c section on the 28th Feb. This couldn't of gone smoother. I had no complications and managed to have skin to skin while still in theatre. (Although this took a while as my baby girl was full of mucous). My beautiful baby girl was born screaming and with a head of thick black hair, and looking the absolute double of her big sister.
I went into recovery and baby Aurora fed straight away. I was in there around half an hour before getting taken to the ward.
Approx 4 hours after my section I had my catheter removed and I was up and walking (all the way into my own private room yay!). And then the fun began.
The dreaded first wee. With my first I managed this no problem filling two of the bedpans they give you, so I thought this would be a doddle, after all I had 6 hours to do it in. How wrong was I....
Bladder full and at the ready I took my bedpan to the toilet, and low and behold I couldn't wee, not a drop, this was the first of many many attempts all resulting in me walking back to my room empty bedpan in hand and my bladder getting fuller by the second. It was now 11:30pm and I was shattered and my bladder was ready to burst but I still couldn't go. I called the midwife. She came in and said she would look to see if any of the beedays where in use and nice and warm as this might help and to not worry about collecting the sample but to just go in there. I waited, 30 mins later she came back, catheter in hand.
So there I was laid once again with a light shinning at my privates as the catheter was reinserted, I wasn't joking when I thought my bladder was going to burst, she couldn't believe how much was coming out.
It was midnight and my 6 hours of fun was starting again. But I finally managed to wee, with 15 minutes to go.
Warning tmi.
And then it was time to poop. I was so constipated and this just really wasn't happening. But I was allowed to go home. Thank goodness. This is gross and I cringe thinking about it. I had not pooped in around 36hours and I new I was going to have to help move things along, I was in so much pain and to top it off I couldn't wee again either. I got a syringe full of warm water and began to squirt it up my bum. It was gross but it work, I could poop!
So it was day 2. I was home. I was going to the toilet fine. I was shattered.
Day 3
The midwife came in the morning to weigh Aurora (my very yellow jaundice baby) and check on my incision. Everything was fine and I was still going to the toilet fine. I fell asleep in my nice hot bath, it was lovely.
By that night I could hardly walk. I managed to get upstairs, but i wasn't coming down. The bead on my stitch had pulled (that's what I was hoping).
Day 4
I woke in horrendous pain from the stitch. My 3 year old already downstairs, my stood at the top baby in hand crying as I didn't know how I was going to get down the stairs. Once down and in severe pain I called my mum to come (my partner had to go back to work) as I sat in agony she called the hospital and the sent a midwife out. (I really didn't want to go back in but thought I would probably have to) she came and looked at my incision but didn't know where to start at what would be causing all this pain. She suggested taking the dressing off which worked, instant relief, I could move again. She still wanted me to go back into hospital.
Day 5
I was now very constipated again and needed to wee none stop. Every 2 seconds was so uncomfortable. Cystitis, so I did the usual and drank lots of water through the day to flush it out. And I felt loads better.
Day 6, today.
So woke up again with full blown cystitis. Managed to get through to out of hours and they prescribed some antibiotics. So I've been in horrendous pain all day from this. And I've had my stitch out.
I am currently laid in the bath. The only place I am getting any relief from this and gross I know but weeing freely as I lay, thinking of how when I get out I've still got to inject my self. Brilliant.
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