Nothing is easy about giving birth and that definitely held true when it came to this birth saga. Please allow me to give a brief disclaimer about this posting - it's about poop. It's not sugar-coated and the best way to describe it is that it's my "Jenny McCarthy" blog. If you have ever read any of her books, you will already know what I'm getting at. If you haven't, let me explain - she tells it how it is. This is my blog about my life. It's meant to inform, entertain and hopefully at times you will be able to relate. I love when people have told me that they experienced the same thing or that they went through it too. As women, we get to share that magical time called childbirth and anyone who has knows that pooping afterward can be... well, Hell.
It's a good thing they don't make you stay in the hospital until you pass that first bowel after baby, because I probably wouldn't have left until 2011. I already have a problem with "poo-ing in public". If we are out of town for a few days, most likely I wont poo until we get home. And then, as soon as we walk in the front door it's like magic. I can go straight to the bathroom and go with no problems at all. Whether you have a vaginal birth or C-section, that first bowel is well, Hell.
With a C-section it sucks just a little more because you can't use your muscles in your abdomen to push. Here I was home from the hospital, loaded up on colate and plum juice and having no luck. Everyday it was the same thing - I would sit there for 20 minutes in pain, praying for poo to just come out and then...nothin. I would take little walks up the street and still, nothin. It was getting worse and I was getting cranky (to say the least). I had the baby on Sunday and that morning was probably the last time I pooped. I came home from the hospital Wednesday and on Friday, still nothin. The next day (Saturday, October 23rd) was my birthday. I had at least 3 offers from people to bring me cake and although I know they meant well, the offers were just making me more cranky. NO, I don't want cake!!! I want to poop! All I want for my stinkin birthday is to poop! Was that too much to ask?
Finally, it was Saturday, my birthday. Again, I woke up with only one thing on my mind, pooping. Finally, days of praying to poop brought me to the glorified moment of sitting on the porcelain throne and although painful, thank the good Lord, I got my birthday present. Ladies, why is it that passing that first bowel feels worse than the baby?!
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
October 21st, 2010 - I have an infection where?!
It was so nice to be at our home with our new baby and settling into the next chapter of our lives. That first night was pretty typical for having a new baby. We were up every couple hours to feed and change her and she was eating and pooping like a pro. The next morning (which means early afternoon when you are on newborn time) we took turns showering. This is when the fun of the saga continued.
I was washing off and noticed some pain in my under-arm, right armpit to be exact. I finished up and got out to dry off. I realized that I had a large lump in my armpit and that was what was hurting so bad. I called Steve up and showed it to him. He thought it was probably just a swollen lymph node from my body trying to fight off everything, but recommended I send the doctor a message just to be sure. We are extremely blessed to have a very close relationship with our family doctor, who lives a couple houses up from us. So, I sent him a text asking if it's normal. He responded pretty quick with "No, not normal. Stop down to see you soon".
When he came over to check it out, it wasn't news that made me happy. I must have had an open pore from shaving within days of going into the hospital and it became the perfect entry for a staph infection. Thanks Salem Hospital. To add to an already (insert sarcasm here) "fun" week, now I had a staph infection. The doctor put me on some heavy antibiotics to hopefully kick it out of my body before it got worse. I thought this would all be resolved pretty quick, but that's just not how this particular saga was going.
Steve had picked up the medication that same day and I got started on it that night. By morning I was a couple doses in, but now I had a whole new thing to add to my plate. A rash that was starting to spread all over my torso and back. Lovely. As if my feet and ankles weren't swollen enough, now I get to deal with an uncomfortable rash to accent the rest of me.
We looked up the medicine on Steve's new (early Christmas present) I-pad (thanks Mom and Dad Chancellor) and found it is a sulfa drug, which I am allergic to. Lovely. Now time to get back on the phone with the doctor and get my next step, which was to stop the medicine obviously, wait 24 hours and then get started on some new antibiotics. Steve was headed back to the pharmacy in hopes of this being the end to the additional ailments and to be getting to the "and They Lived Happily Ever After" part of the story. I was starting to wonder when exactly that was gonna be.
I was washing off and noticed some pain in my under-arm, right armpit to be exact. I finished up and got out to dry off. I realized that I had a large lump in my armpit and that was what was hurting so bad. I called Steve up and showed it to him. He thought it was probably just a swollen lymph node from my body trying to fight off everything, but recommended I send the doctor a message just to be sure. We are extremely blessed to have a very close relationship with our family doctor, who lives a couple houses up from us. So, I sent him a text asking if it's normal. He responded pretty quick with "No, not normal. Stop down to see you soon".
When he came over to check it out, it wasn't news that made me happy. I must have had an open pore from shaving within days of going into the hospital and it became the perfect entry for a staph infection. Thanks Salem Hospital. To add to an already (insert sarcasm here) "fun" week, now I had a staph infection. The doctor put me on some heavy antibiotics to hopefully kick it out of my body before it got worse. I thought this would all be resolved pretty quick, but that's just not how this particular saga was going.
Steve had picked up the medication that same day and I got started on it that night. By morning I was a couple doses in, but now I had a whole new thing to add to my plate. A rash that was starting to spread all over my torso and back. Lovely. As if my feet and ankles weren't swollen enough, now I get to deal with an uncomfortable rash to accent the rest of me.
We looked up the medicine on Steve's new (early Christmas present) I-pad (thanks Mom and Dad Chancellor) and found it is a sulfa drug, which I am allergic to. Lovely. Now time to get back on the phone with the doctor and get my next step, which was to stop the medicine obviously, wait 24 hours and then get started on some new antibiotics. Steve was headed back to the pharmacy in hopes of this being the end to the additional ailments and to be getting to the "and They Lived Happily Ever After" part of the story. I was starting to wonder when exactly that was gonna be.
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