As you know... I'm sure, and if not I will tell you now. We brought a new little one into this world on July 26th via an Emergency C- Section. His (Connor's) little face was pointing the wrong direction and got stuck under my pelvis. He was born with a scratched up nose and a bruised upper lip.
Anyhoo... Recovery from a C-Section isn't too bad, but when you have never had one, it's a little odd knowing what signs of danger to look for. Well... Danger started brewing and I had no idea.
(DISCLAIMER... If you have a weak, really weak stomach... don't read the following.)
My Parent's arrived at our house on Monday afternoon to help while Dave went back to work. Everything was going as I thought it should. I had a little discomfort in my abdomen thinking that it was just healing up. My abdomen was swollen (normal, right?) and very sensitive to touch. Well... on Monday night, it all broke loose.... literally. I stood up from watching a Movie and my incision opened up.... gushing fluids everywhere. It was SCARY!!! I was so happy that my Mom was here and that I wasn't alone. We rushed upstairs, took care of the situation the best we could and called the Hospital where I delivered. Since they didn't feel it was an Emergency, we drove down to Salt Lake first thing Tuesday morning. When we arrived, the Receptionist said it would be about ten minutes, but funny thing.... when you're leaking bodily fluids, they take you right back.
The nurses and Doctor took a look at me and after making several "Oh my" faces, informed me that I had a hole inside of abodmen where part of the internal incision did not heal. I tell you... fear in the face of danger is very unpleasant. I instantly started crying when they told me that they were going to have to admit me into the Hospital. Panic and Heartache set in.
Long story a little shorter.... They took me to Room 325 in the Women's Center and I put on a backless robe... oh JOY!!!
So... I started the WAIT!!! Dave was with me for the first hour as we ate lunch together. I haven't sobbed so in all my life. I wanted to be home with my babies! It was so completely unfair that I had to sit in this room... at least it was air-conditioned.
As we sat and waited for wound care to show up, we decided that Dave needed to go back home to be with our boys. I cried. I cried.... and then I cried some more after he left. My arms ached to hold my little Connor and to hug my big boy, Braedyn. Life is what it is, and I needed to be where I was... so I gulped it down and dealt with it.
O.k. So... here I am, back home after a night of observation. Without too many details, because it is gross (honestly) I have to have a nurse come once a week and Dave is going to be my Nurse every day for twice a week, to get this hole healed up.
When I arrived back home last night, I couldn't put Connor down or give him to anyone else to hold.
It was the most difficult 36 hours of my life. Did I learn anything? You bet!!! I will NEVER take my family for granted. Every minute away was torture, heartache and sheer panic.
I am so grateful for the gift of life and health... Mine and those I love.
