Labour Room Drama 296

Oh Dear..............

Hi Stella,

I gave birth to my first child 2 months ago and I had a deep cut.

Well this is how it starts, I found out I was pregnant, the next month after I got married, it’s just me and hubby over here, so we shopped online for all baby stuffs because of the pandemic. 

My first trimester I had no appetite and I lost weight, no one could tell I was pregnant except for close friends we told. 

I started my prenatal at approximately 3.5mths, I was so scared to go to the hospital because of the pandemic, in the second trimester I discovered I had fibroid and I had fibroid degeneration, Stella that shit is so painful I cried for two days, hubby was just consoling me.

 It feels like your insides are being twisted, the pain was too much. After two days it subsided, within those two days I was admitted at the hospital and was given drips. Then in my final trimester everything went smoothly and got back my appetite, I ordered food everyday, I craved Nigerian local dishes like gbegiri and ewedu. 

My hubby had to travel for active duty when I was 8 months pregnant. 

I went for my appointment regularly and I did comprehensive test again at 37 weeks. The result came out and no one from the hospital called. I had high blood sugar, actually when I got the result I didn’t read meaning into it, I did a lot of tests and I figured if there was anything, I would get a call from the hospital, but since I didn’t get any call, I thought it wasn’t that serious.

 At week 39, I went for my appointment and I just decided to show my doctor the result and asked if she could interpret it. When she saw the result for the blood sugar she said it was a little above average and asked to go to labour and delivery.

I didn’t pack anything from home, I wasn’t prepared for it. I went to labour and delivery, and was admitted from there. I had a family friend around, and called her to help me get the key to the house and directed her to pack my stuffs. 

Mind you my husband was at basic training, so he didn’t have access to his phone till the Sunday, I got admitted to the hospital on Friday, they induced me for two days and broke my water afterwards.

 I asked for epidural, and when it was time to push I tried and tried till I was tired and screaming for help when the doctor said I wasn’t pushing enough. I asked him “ what do you want me to do, help meeeeeeee” the doctor cut me and I tried pushing again, they will count 1 to 10, and I had to push before taking my next breathe. I called hubby’s name lool, I was frustrated bcos it felt like I wasn’t pushing but I actually was. 

I pushed again and they started saying they could see the baby's head, this gave me more morale. I pushed again and the baby came out, my beautiful daughter was born 6 pounds. It was a beautiful moment I will forever cherish.

Guys this is where it gets deep, I had a 3rd degree tear, Oh my Goodness that shii painful as hell . The cut was oozing blood and was deep, I couldn’t sit for long I had to get a pillow sitter, I couldn’t sit on anything too low and to crown it Stella my stitches came apart 5 days later..

 I went to the doctor to check myself cos I didn’t understand the pain I was going through and I knew something was wrong. When the doctor checked me, he had to call another colleague to come check it, they both used a speculum to check me, that shii painful, I cried ehn, the pain was too much.

 They wheeled me to ER immediately and scheduled me for an operation to get it stitched again. Guys I didn’t know after getting stitches you had to rest, I was climbing up and down the stairs entertaining visitors, my neighbor who was a nurse advised me to stop entertaining people and rest but I didn’t listen, I thought I was superwoman Lool.

 Anyways this time around after I got my stitches done again I made sure to be comfortable and not to climb up and down the stairs.. I bought anything that could help me be comfortable, I bought a docatat for the baby so she could sleep next to me and I won’t have to stand up and down to put her in her bassinet.

 I arranged all her stuffs around me to help with easy access. It took me about 2 months plus to heal. I add different color of discharge, I have been to two different hospitals, and I was taking stool softeners, and was on two different types of antibiotics back to back. 

Nobody tells you about postpartum...

  I reacted to an antibiotic and had to call 911, or was like my enemy was going to die. I couldn’t breath, my chest was so heavy and I felt I was going to faint.

The recovery process was so intense, I cried so much. I wanted to be strong for my baby, I also wanted to breastfeed exclusively, but couldn’t the pain was too much. I started using probiotics to get back the good bacterias in my system, vitamin c, b complex to help heal. 

I’m in a much better place now, but it was a traumatic experience. Anytime a doctor wants to check that area I start shaking and crying Lool. 

I’m able to walk properly now, I’ve lost 20 pounds from all the pain I endured, and I feel little to no pain . Hubby is back now and I’m so excited to start my little family. My baby is so beautiful and so calm. She didn’t give me any wahala at all, so I was able to focus on my injury.

The end️️️

I had serious goosebumps reading your story and imagining the degree of injury you sustained trying to birth your child....Congratulations,soon you wont remember anything about the pain when una resume duty...lol