Birth Story Part 4

So the nurse leaves the room so I can go to the bathroom (because who can pee with someone standing there?!?) and Mike is sleeping on the bench thing in the room on the other side of the bed and all of a sudden there is this thump and out comes, well, a lot of blood and other stuff. A lot.

Now I know you are supposed to bleed but I could even tell this can't be normal?? I start hitting the nurse button and remember thinking- nurse button nurse button...and the nurse came in and her face went white and she asked right away for another nurse and a scale. They weighed and it obviously wasn't normal.

Within 3 minutes I had about 10 people in my room with a tray of surgical utensils and bright lights - I had a hemorrhage. I yell to Mike to wake up (he told me later it was like waking up to a horror movie). He jumps up, comes to my bedside, and looks pale as a ghost. I tell him to go lay down (he finally listens after the nurse tells him to as well) and I hold the nurses shoulder as they work to find where it's coming from and stitch for the 2nd time. I was on NO pain meds, no time to give me any, just advil and a little local anesthetic. It hurt, but I was more worried to care.

Then I hear, this isn't working. Next thing I know the nurse is asking me to sign a consent form. The Doctor came right next to me and said the tear is too long and too far up, she needs to get me into the OR to fix it. She tried her best here, but this needs to happen and it needs to happen right NOW. So I look at the nurse after seeing the risks, and seeing hemorrhage and reconstruction (not what you want to see about your lady parts) and ask what if I don't sign? Her white face and non answer gave me my answer so I signed quickly and said get me in there let's do this! Next thing I know they barely let Mike kiss me goodbye and I have literally 10 people around me doing 10 different things, moving me, four people strapping down each arm and leg, and the anestheologist asking what my sensitivities/allergies are. I can barely tell him before he has the oxygen/first knock out drug on me. This was at midnight. The next thing I remember is waking up to bright lights in the recovery room with the nurse saying are you ready to wake up?

Now unfortunately I had eaten so I could barely talk, my voice had junk in it which I didn't get fully rid of for a week afterwards. I got water, learned a. I was alive :) and b. everything went great. I wasn't nauseous (need to find out what anesthesia that was- it was great!) and got back to my room after 3am. Sorta slept on and off, really have no concept of time as they had to check on me every 15 minutes, then every 30 minutes, etc. etc. for the next 8 hours and I couldn't get out of bed until Monday morning. Things went better this time when I actually got to get out of bed it was good- just really, really sore. They let us go home Monday afternoon which was great. My Mom stayed to help take care of Max and me since we had such the ordeal and I wasn't walking great yet. I hadn't even been allowed to be alone with Max in the room until Monday because I couldn't get out of bed if an emergency happened.

It took until Wednesday but I finally was feeling a little better. I could walk more normal, pick up and hold Max, diaper, feed, etc. My Mom went home, we had a few good days, and then Sunday happened....