Recovery In Bullets. Or From Bullets. I’d Bet It Feels About The Same.
There are many times when I do something strenuous and suddenly think, “OH Shit. I think my incision may be ripping apart.” And I go look in the mirror (or try, the giant floppy belly is cumbersome to move around) and all is still attached. Is this just me or is this a trait of all c-section patients? What is up with my bladder? I’ll be sitting there minding my own damn business and then suddenly I’m all, “AAAH. Must. Pee. Now.” And it’s... Read More
Getting Into The Groove
LilZ came back home yesterday and we spent the day being one big happy family. That actually somehow manages to ALL squeeze into a Honda Fit, giving a whole new interpetation of the name, “Fit.” Granted, we looked like a group of clowns getting out of it – but still – we fit! We also took our first bath (not as a family, that would be weird) and our first walk around the block. That we cut short at the end of the street because I suddenly remembered I... Read More
Why Must I Be So Dramatic?
So – remember last night’s post about how I was hoarding my pain medication b/c I was scared to run out? Well…I have taken nothing but ibuprofen for about 12 hours and you know what? I kinda feel fine. Almost getting close to “normal.” I’m thinking now about not taking the real pain medication until bedtime to help me rest (because it’s hard to get comfy with an incision) but really? I’m not in much pain. Leave it to me to be all... Read More
Home. Sweet Home.
After finally convincing someone I needed pain relief stronger than Motrin (Motrin? REALLY? After being sliced and diced?) I had a much better evening last night. I visited with friends and family without crying and I even rested a few hours throughout the night. We arrived home today sometime after lunch and I’m already dreading running out of the precious 15 pain pills they sent home with me. I’ve taken one of the pills and cried fifteen minutes ago because I’m... Read More
I Hope I Don’t Keep Up This 2:30am Blogging Trend
Things That I Blocked From My Memory The Last C-Section FOR VERY GOOD REASON: The trouble with getting in and out of these damn hospital beds when you’re SHORT. And have been recently DISSECTED. Why can’t I lower this thing anymore? And can someone bring me a ladder? I’m going to feel like a huge dumbass if I rip open my incision hopping into bed. The numerous times you get asked whether or not you’ve “passed gas.” The nurse asks me every... Read More
