Pain and incision complications have been increasing, so I went in to the doctor this morning. It was an uncomfortable ride since I’ve been in bed for a week. She (my doctor) is sending a home health care nurse to take care of the wound 2x a day for a while, unless David feels comfortable taking it over after a day or two of watching. It involves sticking Q-tips deep in the incision, then shoving gauze in there. He says it may be “above his pay grade.” Although he thoroughly enjoyed watching Lucy’s c-section, he says the hands-on stuff is a different thing.
On the other side of the incision is a lump where most of the pain is coming from, and it goes pretty deep. She says she thinks it is a hematoma, or more accurately an ecchymosis, which is a large hematoma, or bloodclot. It will probably grow until it runs out of space (which means that side may open up too), or if it doesn’t go away it will have to be removed surgically. She said the opening on the first side is probably due to a smaller one that has been reabsorbed.
Although I am supposed to walk 4 times a day, pain limits the walking to 2 minutes max, then I’m back in bed, The drugs aren’t helping so much with this stuff. I am feeling very unpleasant in mind and body, so I’m taking 2 minutes to blog openly on the topic so you won’t feel bad if I’m being unresponsive personally. If I owe you a call back right now, forgive me for crawling back in my coccoon for a bit. Don’t worry, it will all work out in the end, I’m sure.
Thanks to David for setting up my computer so I can blog and surf lying down (although I don’t feel like doing so as often as I thought I would).
Also, congratulations to my sweet Doris, who gave birth to her third child, second daughter, and fist baby without me being present for labor support yesterday. Unmedicated, no less. She’s a pro at this now, but I warned her that two kids is two kids, three kids is three kids, and four kids feels a lot like ten kids–at least it feels that way to me. Three is a magic number, yes it is. (Though I do love my Lucy!)
Goodbye for a while–I’m surrendering a bedridden life of drugs.