I've been debating whether or not I wanted to blog about this but I decided that it's part my whole journey into motherhood. Now that I am feeling so much better I thought I would finally make a post about it. Just a warning- it is a little TMI.
At about three weeks post partum I was sitting and nursing Jessalyn when I felt something leaking down my leg. I thought I peed my pants or something so I got up quickly, put Jessalyn in her bouncer and ran to the bathroom. I didn't pee myself thank goodness but blood was dripping down my leg like crazy. I know you are supposed to bleed after you have a baby but with the amount of blood that was still coming out it was not normal. I yelled for Jordan and told him what was going on. He immediately called my Dr. but I knew it was bad so I told him we might as well go to the hospital.
We got to the ER and got an ultrasound and they checked me to see what was going on. They noticed in the ultrasound that there was possibly still a little bit of placenta that was leftover. I was instructed to make an appointment with my midwife in the morning to see what she says to do.
That following day I went in to my midwife and she prescribed me some medicine to take for a few days that was supposed to help flush everything out. She wanted to avoid any kind of surgery and said this was probably going to work.
Fast forward to about a week later, I woke up to go to the bathroom and noticed I was laying in a puddle of something. I ran to the bathroom really fast and was leaking blood everywhere. There was a huge trail of blood from the bed to the bathroom and all over the bathroom floor. I yelled for Jordan and he woke up fast and in a panic. We were both shocked that this was happening again and it seemed a bit worse than last time. Jordan said the bathroom looked like a crime scene. I started getting really nervous so I rushed him out of the house with a towel wrapped around me and rushed to the hospital. We ran red lights and everything. It was about 1 am so luckily there wasn't any traffic. I rushed into the ER and was immediately seen because of how bad I was bleeding. I got yet another ultrasound and was checked again. They decided that I should stay in the hospital over night so that I could get a D&C in the morning. Jordan and Jessalyn stayed over night with me until he had to go to his paper route in the morning. That morning the Dr. came in and informed me that he looked at my ultrasound and didn't think it was big enough or worth having the surgery to take it out. He said that was probably the end of it and it could have been the pills I was given that was making me bleed again. I went to a follow up about a week later and the same Dr. told me that he read it wrong but nothing was in there anymore. I was really relieved everything was better and I wouldn't have to worry about it anymore.
I was so wrong. About another week later I was sitting on the couch with Jessalyn and Jordan enjoying a nice Saturday morning. I got up to go to the bathroom and I instantly felt blood gushing and running down my leg. I hurried to the bathroom and hoped it would stop. But it literally kept pouring out. I changed my blood soaked pants and hoped maybe the blood would slow down...but it soaked through what I was wearing again. I went in and told Jordan we needed to make yet another trip to the ER. So frustrated we both started packing Jessalyn up to go again. But this time it was worse. The blood wouldn't stop and I started feeling really light headed. Jordan told me to hurry and go down to the car but I knew I wouldn't make it so I laid down in middle of our dining room hoping I wouldn't pass out. I started freaking out so Jordan decided to call 911. Luckily the ambulance came fast. They took my blood pressure and it was pretty low when I sat up. So they strapped me in and rolled me outside which was pretty embarrassing. Some of our neighbors were out and were watching them take me into the ambulance for the second time since we have lived there. They were probably wondering what's wrong with this poor girl. lol.
When I arrived at the ER the Dr. decided that getting the D&C was going to be the best option at this point. What's so frustrating about it is I should have had the surgery the first time around instead of going through all of this three times. I was prepped for surgery and rolled up to the OR. I have never had any type of surgery before so this was very scary for me no matter how small or fast the procedure was. At the same time I was happy to finally get it over and done with. All I really remember after being rolled into the OR was having the oxygen over my face and trying to breath as I passed out quickly from the anesthesia. The next thing I knew I was laying in the recovery room in a haze and the only thing I could say was "My feet are cold." haha. It took me forever to wake up. I heard everything going on around me but couldn't seem to wake up. When I finally woke up I felt so drunk and delirious. I was luckily allowed to go home right after. Everything was pretty much a blur from that point until the next morning.
I'm so happy the surgery finally took care of the problem. For the week after I was living in fear that I would wake up in a pool of blood again. But time has passed and everything is so much better. We were really being tested with all of this. But now we are back on our feet and I've been getting out of the house and enjoying things again. We are having tons of fun with our smiley baby and so happy all of that is behind us now.
No comments:
Post a Comment