I haven’t read much about all of the pain that goes on after birth from a C-Section–and it’s not that I want to scare anyone and I know everyone’s experience is different–so I’m writing this because I need to document what I went through/am going through.
This post talks about poop. You’ve been warned.
***I started this a couple of days ago but haven’t had time to finish writing and posting***
For me, it’s not been so much the cut itself, but the pain from the gas.
That overrides everything else. If I take pain meds, like perco.cet, to deal with the radiating pain coming from under my shoulders and traveling down to my lower back, well that makes my back feel better but that drug makes you constipated plus it could be decreasing my milk supply. (I kicked the Per.cocet to the curb upon finding this out and am dealing with the deal through Motrin now.)
Add that to the extra iron they’ve thrown at me because I’m severely anemic from too much blood loss during surgery and you’ve got yourself a puffed up Puffer that hasn’t pooped since 2 hours before her C-Section.
That would be a week ago (Thursday).
Thursday was so bad I spent half the day and all evening/night on the toilet. We disinfected everything in the bathroom and I set up a station in there because I COULD NOT sit down without extreme pain. Since the pediatrician had me on my new strict, every 2 hours pumping schedule, I ended up pumping on the toilet and eating two meals on the toilet. I even put a small pillow behind my back and got real cozy with the toilet.
Chicken went out and got everything she could think of: prune juice, stool softeners, a huge salad, smooth move tea. Nothing moved. I could tell it wanted to, hence the extreme pain, but nothing would exit.
At one point, I ditched all efforts as nothing was ‘happening’ and got into a hot bath. I haven’t had a hot bath in EIGHT months and it was heavenly. It was the only thing that gave me any relief.
After this I was at least able to get into the bed for an hour and sleep on my side–a major accomplishment as this is the first time since birth that I haven’t had to sleep flat on my back.
At midnight, as the pain was only getting more intense, Chicken made me a double espresso latte and around finally around 2am…. what can only be described as something that crawled out of Mexican city prison sewer, was expelled from my body. Totally vile and disgusting. Nobody ever talks about this part of recovery.
Thank god I have no inhibitions because for days my mom and Chicken have had to see me in nothing but the lovely hospital mesh panties (complete with giant maxi pads) and my tits hanging out ALL the time and now THIS. Sometimes I wear a robe they gave me in the hospital, but I find it gets in the way, so mostly I just let it all hang out. It’s pretty, I assure you.
In spite of it all, I just keep starting at these two little perfect boys and I know that it’s worth all the pain in the world.