Our first week 🌸

Well… hello again. I made it to the other side alive safe and well (Just about) I’ve had a couple of weeks at home with the hubby to rest and recuperate and I’m ready to tell you all about our first week!! (Or weeks)

So here I am 2 weeks later both kids in bed asleep enjoying a nice bubble bath whilst I fill you in on what’s been happening….

So we ended up staying 4 days in the hospital coming home on the Thursday and boy I was glad to finally be allowed home as nice as it is getting some rest in hospital I was really starting to miss my home comforts. So off we popped getting caught in rush hour traffic on the way home which as you can imagine with a newborn and in this sweltering heat is a right old barrel of big fuck off laughs. But we made it home in one piece just in time for my mum and dad to come over and visit because I was only allowed 2 visitors in hospital my poor old dad had to wait down in the car park whilst my mum came to see me. So they bought over fish n chips and had cuddles with River.

Then it was time to settle down as a family of 4. Rex was feeling very overwhelmed and was acting very strange and sulky and cuddley I’m not sure he knew what was really going on bless him. As I mentioned before I got given a load of different medication to come home with and I was absolutely horrified when they gave me a box of needles that I had to INJECT (yes I said INJECT) myself with for the next 10 days! It’s supposted to stop blood clots so it was pretty important but Jesus Christ I cannot do this to myself I can’t even look when im having a blood test done! Thankfully for me my mother in law is a diabetic and injects daily so I just asked her to do it. But to my suprise I thought I’d give the first one a go and I only went and did it didn’t i! So bloody proud of myself. And so that was our first night.

The next day we had a visit from the midwife who sadly was not my midwife as she was on holiday which I was gutted about. But this lady was lovely just the same so she did a few bits and bobs weighed River ect ect and went on her merry way. Asked if I wanted my stitches checked to which I declined. I’ve had enough people gawping at my fanny this week Thankyou very much. Now something I forgot to mention to you all was how fucking difficult it is to go to the toilet after you’ve had a baby. I had a catheter in for nearly 2 days ( if you don’t know what a cathater is then google it) so my bladder was like what the fuck is going on. Trying to sit down on a toilet seat was the first hurdle I don’t know if you’ve ever tried to sit on a hard cold surface with a massive hole in the middle whilst your hole is being held together by surgical stitches then I can tell you it ain’t bloody easy. But I got there with a lot of strange noises and huffing and puffing. Little did I know that was actually the easy part… my bladder was basically numb from having the catheter in for 2 days and it’s actually really hard to piss when you can’t feel sod all down below. So it took abit of patience but once it started flowing I was well away. The only problem now was I couldn’t actually feel if I needed to stop or not, if I was done or anything. So I just sit and sit and sit hoping my body would just do it’s natural thing and finish ejecting piss from my bladder which it eventually did do but it felt like a century had gone by and I still hadn’t finished going. So that was the pissy part. The other end was a whole diffrent fucking story!! In hospital The midwives kept asking me if I’d opened my bowel. Like hell I had!! I don’t fancy ripping myself another fanny for the second time this week!! But the days went by and my stomach was getting increasingly painful I think I made it to day 3 of not having a shit until I couldn’t take it any longer and had to risk the unimaginable just so I could have a giant ass poo. Luckily I’d been sent home from hospital with a bag of medication which included some stuff to soften my poo. Hurrah! Although it still put the fear of god into me just thinking about going. But by day 3 I was finally ready and emptied what felt like the entire world out of my arse and my god did my stomach feel better almost instantly!!

So the following few days we had some visits from family and friends, I was still in a lot of pain down below and in my lower stomach where my muscles were still healing so I really couldn’t go out much which was really starting to get to me. I’m an outdoors people person being cooped up is not my jam! The furtherst I went was to walk Rex to school and that nearly floored me. Another midwife appoitment later everything is still good once again they offered to check my stitches. “No Thankyou I think they are ok” I stupidly said. Because the following day (No judgement here please we are all friends) I was just chilling on the bed and I thought to myself I’ve not actually seen “down there” ya know the stitches. So I casually as you do with no airs or graces thought I’d awkwardly point my phone and get a snap of said area and let me tell you I was terrifying horrified at what I had seen. So much so I had to call hubby up and to his disgust have a look at what was going on because that does not look fucking normal. I have no idea what a stitched up vagina is meant to look like but I’m pretty sure that ain’t it! So after a-bit of panicking we decided it’s to late to do anything tonight I will call the midwife in the morning. So morning comes around and I’m umming and arring wether to call because I’m basically asking someone to look at my disfigured fanny and I’m really not game for that today. But as it goes I described to her what it looked like and she confirmed that sounds normal and they will be checked next week at my next appoitment. Phew to not having to flash my fanny today!!

So by now we are well into week 2 you’ll be glad to hear I’m shitting like and absolute boss, I’ve got breast feeding down to a fine art but that’s a story for another day. I’m getting dressed and brushing my hair and today I even wore my watch! I survived Rexs 4th birthday and even made it out to a kids party this weekend. It’s the small things in life that make a diffrence post natal! River has fitted in like a treat, Rex hardly bats an eyelid at her. she sleeps like an absolute trooper!! Waking up once, twice a night on a bad night and things are finally getting into a routine, my head feels a lot clearer and more organised, I’ve stopped randomly crying over nothing, ive got breast milk dripping out of me like it’s going out of fashion, I can walk without pain and my fanny is healing nicely. I’m managing to keep on top of the house work. Washing not so much good job I’ve got a deep washing basket!! So yeah things are pretty good.

Today hubby went back to work. *Crys* it’s been a lovely 2 weeks but my head really needed to get back into some kind of routine. So mums taking 2 weeks of half days to come and be with me and take me out ect which is so lovely so today we popped out for lunch to a garden Center and it felt SO GOOD to just be normal and get some nice fresh air in my lungs.

And that’s our first 2 weeks. River has pretty much slept through most of it so there’s no updates on her but the rest of us are great 👍

Speak to you soon

Z

Xxx