Earlier this week at my post-natal check, my obstetrician gave me the thumbs up - I am fully recovered and now fit to resume my normal life (yay!).
It is amazing how the red, swollen wound held together with stitches from six weeks ago is now merely a teeny little scar. I love how it no longer hurts to laugh or sneeze. And I'm not having to will time to go faster so I can take more painkillers. Yes, it certainly has been a long road to recovery and today, I would like to share my c-section experience, continuing from where I left off from Alexander's birth story...
The next morning, I was able to feel my legs again and with the assistance of two nurses, I managed to get up and have a shower. It hurt to move but I was told the sooner I started moving, the faster I would recover, so move I did, one small step at a time. Throughout my six-day stay at the hospital, I was given pain relief every few hours. While the drugs were doing their magic, the pain was manageable. But as the effects of the drugs wore off, I felt the most excruciating pain. I remember one particularly horrible night when I was in so much pain I started sobbing while nursing Alexander; my wound site was throbbing and my breasts were sore, my body ached all over, as if I had been hit by a truck. I felt bloated and gassy, my feet was hugely swollen and I hadn't had any bowel movements for days. Add to the mix, wild crazy hormones - it was the lowest of lows.
Things did start to get better, albeit slowly. For the last six weeks, I have been unable to walk, lift, bend, stretch, or even get in and out of bed without discomfort. But with each passing day and week, it got less painful and was less of a struggle. Cliched as it sounds, one look at Alexander, especially when he rewards me with one of his little smiles, makes the pain all worthwhile. And the crazy thing is, even though the memory of my c-section is still fresh in my mind, I'm ready to do it all over again.