Because my last post was just a “now”.
THEN: This is a love story about the bathroom. And, I’m convinced there’s no such thing as TMI on a blog……
After having a C-section, you’re in lot of pain. And they give you a lot of painkillers. With strict instructions to let the nurses know and remind them when you need more, before the REAL pain gets you. It’s easier to prevent pain than make it go away.
And their best piece of advice (seriously) is to get up and start moving/walking as soon as you can.
And the next piece of advice is be really scared about how much pain you will feel when you go to the bathroom. Especially the first bowel movement. Which may or may not occur before you leave the hospital.
Well. Even peeing was a process for the first two days (after the cathedar was removed). It was a project to get myself TO the bathroom…..which was literally two feet from my bed. It was a project to pull up my hospital gown and pull down my “fake” underwear (which I was wearing because there was so much bleeding). It was painful to “go”. And it was impossible to wipe. Or change my pad because I had bled through it.
So, guess who got to help? My husband. Thank goodness I’m not really a shy person to begin with because I would have been mortified with this process. It was somewhat embarrassing to ask your husband to wipe you because you literally could not bend down. Especially with all the blood. (did the mention the bleeding that occurs?)
Never. In a million years. Will I EVER be able to thank him/repay him enough. Maybe someday when he’s like senile and 120 years old and I’m wiping his ass. Maybe then.
I think that was one of the times that I was most in love with him. Sounds ridiculous, but I cannot imagine asking someone else or letting someone else help me the way he did. Did he really want to do it? I’m sure not. But he did. Because he loves me. And I was never more sure of his love than those two days.
Especially when the bowel movement occured before I left the hospital.
Still……..better than labor. Not that I would know, but I’ve always been more terrified of labor. Or labor going wrong and then ending up with a C-Section anyway. So, I’ll take the blood, pain, and Tim having to help me in the bathroom like a child. 🙂
That was then.