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?!
ROFL!!!!! You are sooooooo funny! Although, I didn't have this same experience....I do remember the issue of that first BM after my 1st c-section...that was required of my hospital exit! I had so many laxatives....thankfully they worked!
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