C-section fun

So, my c-section with Corbin was a little more traumatic than the one with Devin. And for that, I am thankful.

With Corbin, I went through a gazillion hours of labor only to have to have a c-section. Because technically, I went through both forms of labor, I had a really tough recovery. Then, I ended up with an infection in my incision. That was pure hell to endure, far worse than the labor itself! So this time around, I was terrified of an infection.

My incision healed nicely this time though. I did begin to have some redness around it that freaked me out but turns out I'm allergic to this glue stuff that put around my incision to hold the little strips on it. I was given some meds for that and just in case, given some meds for an infection. Turns out, it was the same medication I was given last time that I had an allergic reaction to!! I wore this GIANT PINK ARMBAND that stated I had an allergy. I was asked probably 10 times prior to my surgery if I had any allergies and if so what they were. I told them 100 times I was allergic to the meds and still, they prescribed that stupid medication! GRRR.

But other than that mess, I did good with the recovery this time. Part of my miraculous recovery was because my little boy was admitted in the hospital in a special unit. To actually be able to see him, I had to get my tail out of the hospital bed and walk 100 miles to that unit. I had Devin on a Friday morning. Friday night, he was taken and by Saturday morning they had admitted him. Saturday morning they told me about his issues and also told me I could "try" to get up and start walking around some. It's amazing really how I was able to get out of bed and move when I found out something was wrong with Devin. I didn't walk down there the first time. I was rolled in a wheelchair but I did walk into the unit, with help from Allen. The second time I was rolled down in a wheelchair but I refused to be wheeled back and I walked my butt back to my room. I was determined I was going to heal super fast so I could spend every minute with Devin. And I did. Of course, I had some help from friends. Their names were Percocet and some other drug that started with a "T."

I spent as much time as I could with Devin. It got to a point that when he slept, I'd go back to the room to rest and they started to actually call me in my room and tell me Devin was awake so I could come visit and feed him. I'd try to drug up when I'd be going down there so I'd feel okay to make it back.

My doctor let me stay an extra night in the hospital, using the whole allergy thing as an excuse to justify it. The purpose was so I could be closer to Devin. At that point, we thought he would go home that next day. He didn't but I was discharged. The worst feeling in the world is to go the hospital, give birth to a kid and be discharged from the hospital and be rolled out of the facility without your kid. I cried the whole time. Even the poor little nurse cried. I did not do well emotionally during that time. Of course, I don't handle anything traumatic well emotionally.

But anyway, we are all done with this pregnancy and hopefully we can put everything behind us. I'm just thankful I didn't have to go through the whole infection deal again.