Recovery

I just wanted to do a little blog post about my recovery and time in hospital after the birth of my beautiful Rex. Following on from my last post after the delivery whilst Mr M went home for a shower and a sleep as he’d been up for almost 24 hours, after observations I was taken to another part of the hospital to recovery. We’ve been very lucky I don’t know if it’s because of my anixety about the whole thing and me telling the midwife but we’ve had the most amazing care and rooms! So hobbling into a wheelchair off we went to our final room to go and recover for a few days. The room was like a hotel suite! We had a flat screen tv our own fridge and a bed for Mr M to sleep in so we didn’t have to be alone.

I was so glad to finally have the birth out the way and finally be a family of 3 but my god was I still in so much pain! I couldn’t even stand up without assistance, the midwives had to help me put on my pants and change my pads for me. By this time they had seen that much of me I didn’t really give a shit anymore I just let them get on with what they needed to do to the car crash that was my fanny… I’m so grateful that Mr M got to stay with me and Rex because I couldn’t even get onto the bed go to the toilet or get dressed I’ve never felt so vunarable in my whole life. For reasons I don’t really want to know I had to pee in a bed pan for my first few wee’s which was delightful !! And let me tell you trying to wee whilst you’ve just had stitches down there is like trying to dodge mines in a mine field, I also couldn’t feel when my bladder was full and when I was actually going I couldn’t feel a thing which was abit strange ! then the time came when I needed a poo and I’ve never been so terrified in all my life to push this shit out scared to death of ripping my stitches out ! Thankfully the midwife gave me something to help me go and I managed it with no major rippages! And. Don’t even get me started on what happens when I needed to sneeze or cough!

Once settled in my big comfy bed the midwives would come round every 2 hours or so to do observations on me and Rex this included tempature blood pressure pulse and to check if I needed pain killers, Aswell as this I had a call button above my bed incase I needed anything including help with breast feeding. Now for those of you who know me I was never really a big fan of boob feeding BUT… after the midwife spontaneously threw my baby onto my tit after delivery I decided to give it a go. And to my utter surprise I really enjoyed it!

And I’m actually really proud of myself that I gave it a go and Rex had my breast milk for his very first feed. I fed him about 5 times in total but once I was left to it on my own i really struggled to get him to latch on which stressed him out which stressed me out so I gave in and started on formula. We did take in some little bottles of already mixed milk but all I had to do was ask for some bottles at reception desk and they came and topped us up whenever we needed any.

Later on that night both set of parents came up to meet their new grandson and I’ve never been so happy to see my mum after the hellish 48 hours I’d just been through. Espically as she bought me a big bar of galaxy!

Our first night with Rex in hospital was done and it wasn’t to bad he woke for a couple of times for a feed and went back to sleep. I hardly slept worrying about him but I basically spent all day in bed anyway as my feet and legs were now so swollen it was a little painful to even walk.

Day 2 on recovery ward and we must have had about 10 visitors… not family but different doctors and other people. Rex had a hearing test which he passed we had all our normal obs aswel as a mental health doctor coming round to check on me, we also had a photo shoot done by the hospital I didn’t actually buy any of the photos because they were so expensive and I have taken ones just as good. The rest of the day was spent lounging around in bed trying to let my vagina heal as I still couldn’t really walk very well. Allthough I did manage to very slowely waddle to the cafe downstairs as they only feed me in hospital not the partners and the food was another level bad I mean who wants a cottage cheese salad! Of all things !

My advice to anyone expecting a baby… take a big bag of food up for your partner as the tea trolly didn’t even offer Mr M a cup of tea!! Saying that I did have rather a nice Homous and carrot sandwich the next day which was pretty sexy.

Day 5 and I’ve been told we should be being discharged today. Hurray! I’ve enjoyed recovering in the nice big room with help on tap from midwives but I’m so ready to go home! After passing my mental health assessment and now off my IV antibiotics I’m discharged and just waiting on the doctors to discharge Rex. So we pack up what feels like a weeks worth of stuff and sit ready to be told we can go… almost 12 hours later and climbing the walls we are getting pretty adigated waiting for the doctor to come round and discharge Rex. There was a hold up because he had suspected jaundice. Finally the midwife came round and told us we could go! Yay!! after getting all my medication to take home and my discharge form we were ready !

And off we went! The car was boiling for poor little Rex and we got stuck in abit of traffic on the way home but we made it and are now starting our journey as a family of 3 💙

My absolute world xx

Z

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