Originally Posted by
JennyFromTheRock
With all these "only" child stories I have to share my amazing story on my 3 kids!!!! ( its a little long but its quite the ordeal!! )
My kids are 10, 3 and almost 2. I'm sure you notice the HUGE gap between child one and the other 2. I had my first child Madison in 2003. With Madison, I anxiously awaited and counted down the 40 weeks! Well week 40 came, then week 41 and 2 days away from 42 weeks I was sent to be induced. I was brought in and given the progesterone gel internally to soften my cervix. Well turns out I was allergic to the chemical and quickly began to burn "down there", and the doctor had to come in a SCRAPE it out using tongue depressors!! UNPLEASANT to say the least, but the burning went away once it was gone and it was treated and that was that. My cervix was not dilating at all, I was at about 2 cm for the 5 hours I was there so was hooked up to "the drip" and shortly after this my water broke and I expected to see a baby any time!! Contractions started almost instantly after my water broke and I was given an epidural. Despite having contraction after contraction Miss Madison was just to warm and cozy to want to budge! 24 hours of continuous contractions later and still nothing. The doctors said "sometimes this happens" and despite at this point me asking if a c-section would be a better idea, the doctors insisted that if would be easier for me to heal if I went with natural. Finally 40 HOURS after my water was broke and 40 hours of no sleep due to constant contractions my daughter began distressing and the doctor told me they had to give me an emergency c-section. But get this!!! The doctors had already delivered 8 babies that night, and the doctors words to me were "We need to get the baby out, we need to do an emergency c-section. Our team is exhausted though, so we are going to go have a quick coffee break and will begin as soon as we get back" !!!!! I'm not exactly a genius, but doesn't emergency mean like NOW!?!? They gave me a laughing gas mask while they went for coffee and then my c-section began! Within the hour I had my beautiful 9 pound 3 oz daughter!!! Happiest little baby you would ever see, I'm sure she smiled at me when I saw her for the first time!
So then comes recovery. I was in a room with 4 other post OP c-section moms who all delivered that same night. The following evening, the other ladies were up walking around and holding their babies. I could barely move! I told them I was in a lot of pain, they said "its normal, you just need to get up moving around" there was no way I could, I was just in too much pain. My tummy was swollen even bigger than it was when I was pregnant and there were water blisters outside my incision. Again, I was told this was normal. A foul odour was coming from my tummy, at one point a cleaning lady walking down the hall came into my room and asked if I needed the garbage changed by my bed because she thought there was rotting food in it!
Again, I was told this is normal and that basically I was being a "baby" about it. My dad and BF were there 99% of the time, because I was in too much pain to even feed Madison, I would have to get them to pass her to me to breast feed and could basically just lay there. On day 2 after delivery, my dad and BF left to go home for a little while, to get cleaned up and one of the nurses came in and scolded me for not getting out of bed. She grabbed me by the legs and whipped them out of bed and yelled at me to "get up!" I began to cry from the pain and she rolled her eyes at me went over to Madison in the pram and began to roll her away as she said "Well if you want to see your baby you will have to get out of bed and come to the nursery and get her" all I could do was cry. Shortly after my dad and BF showed up, went and got Madison and my dad even had choice words for the nurse. On day 3 I was able to move, but barely. I was told to go shower. They wouldnt get me a wheel chair and I had to walk all the way to the end of the hall, propped by my family, but crying in pain the whole way. I showered and was asked to get on the scales for the records and I was 27 pounds HEAVIER than the day before I gave birth ( at 42 weeks pregnant!!! ) Again, told it was normal to retain fluids after birth. Day 4 I was discharged from the hospital, even though I was swollen, red and was discharging a dark almost black foul discharge.
I went home, just happy to have my baby in the room I waited so long to see her in. We lived in Winnipeg at the time. It was July 16th, it was 36 degrees with the humidity and I curled up in bed, covered up in a feather duvet, shivering cold.
The next day the public health nurse came, I didn't want to see her, she checked out Madison, all was well, I was so scared after the nurse at the hospital being so rough with me that I just wanted to be alone. My family told her I that I was cold and sick and she said maybe a trip to the ER would be a good idea. I still didn't want to see her, she left and I became very sick. My Bf pulled back my dressing on my incision. My tummy was black. Not dark, not bruised. It was black. Like rotten flesh.
I went into the emergency room. I described it to triage nurse my incision and was sent to the waiting room, thats where I spent the next 3 hours. Once I was finally in the emergency department I was laid on a bed and 2 residents came in to look at my incision. They said "hrmmm..... looks like a superficial infection" she grabbed a pair of tweezers to check the elastisicity of my skin and a chunk of deadflesh the size of an orange came off in the tweezers, still she went to get "ointment" to treat it.
While they were gone an infectious disease specialist happened down the hall on another case. Passed my room and then quickly rushed in. He looked at me and asked if he could see my wound. I said yes, he looked and rushed out to get my doctor. My doctor looked at it and a look came on her face, she took out a staple and I could feel something running down my sides, I could hear it dripping on the floor, my tummy was deflating before my eyes!! All Puss!!! The next thing I hear is "CODE ___ emergency department" ( forget the code ) and before I knew it I was being swarmed by doctors, nurses I was signing documents and being rolled into the OR!!! I HAD FLESH EATING DISEASE!!!!!!!
After 8 hours of surgery, I was rolled into recovery. When I opened my eyes I was told I would be ok, I lost nearly half of my uterus to flesh eating disease. My uterus had partially liquified, they saved what they could, but told me, it's very likely you wont be able to have other kids, but at least you have 1 healthy child. When I got back to my room, I knew I was in bad shape, my mom, who was In Newfoundland, who couldn't even get off work to come up for Madison's birth was sitting there. I was in intensive care. I was riddled with disease. I didn't feel right, the doctor came into to see my tummy and I was terrified by what I saw!!! There was no stitches, there were no staples! My tummy was gone! All that was left was a giant gaping hole, you could see my insides, hip to hip!!! They packed it with kerlex and a "bleach" solution that was used to kill any more disease that was left. I couldn't be closed up because if I was, the disease would take over again, I had to heal from the inside out. I was left like this for weeks and weeks.
( the above part was featured in a 2 part mini-series with Bridget Wiese on A-Channel )
To try to sum this part up, I spent months in the hospital and was finally sealed back up and sent home finally in good health.
Months later, and I still wasn't having a period. This was a good sign that I wouldn't be able to have other children, but I was happy with my health again and the Daughter I had. I went on a treatment of hormones and still no luck with getting a cycle back. Given up on ever having more kids.
So fast forward 6 years later!!!!
I was at the gym taking a kick boxing class. On one of the moves, I felt a sharp pain in my side. It hurt quite a bit, but figured it was just a muscle. The next morning I woke up to go to the bathroom to pee and when I wiped there was blood, SOOOO much blood! Soaked through the tissue, running down my arm! I thought "IM DYING" I call my husband and rush to the hospital where I am taken straight inside.
The doctor came in to talk to me and his first comment was "It appears your having a miscarriage" I looked at him confused and said "no, I can't be miscarrying, I can't have kids" he had be do a urinalysis and it showed pregnant which again brought him to the conclusion I was miscarrying. Let me tell you, I have never had an emotional roller coaster like that EVERY in my life. Within 1 minute I went from knowing I couldn't have kids, to being told I could, to being told I WAS pregnant, to being told I was loosing the baby. It was more than I could take. My husband was still in the waiting room, as I was rushed in so quick and I was literally in shock from this news.
I was told I would have an ultrasound, to see if there was "anything left" behind to see if I would need a D&C. I went into ultrasound and laid on the bed and the lady began to look at my belly with her tools. She looked away, smiling and humming. I'm laying there thinking "what a rude and inconsiderate b***h" Im laying here loosing a child and shes smiling?!?!?! So I ask her after a few minutes "is there anything left" to which she looks up for a second and said "yes, but I just need to do some measurements then you can see" and again, confused I was asking myself "why would I want to see this?!?!?!" and I just laid there sad and confused.
She then asked "is your husband here?" and I said yes, she asked his name and said "I'll go get him" so yet again Im confused as to why he would want to see, but happy he would be there with me. So she comes back with him, and he can see the screen before me and his jaw drops. There was a baby inside me!!!! A live and very healthy baby!!!!! It was Mason and I was just over 8 weeks pregnant!! I had no idea I was pregnant since I wasn't having a period! So it turns out the bleeding was from scar tissue that ripped away as my uterus ( HALF A UTERUS!!! ) grew! They controled the bleeding and I went on to have a healthy pregnancy and c-section!! I began to have normal peorids after Mason was born and a year later I was pregnant again!!!
I Know this is REALLLLY long, but I wanted to share! I understand if its to long to read!! lol
