I missed posting my Motivation Monday last week because over the weekend there was an unexpected turn of events for me. It started the previous Wednesday night around dinnertime when I started to feel sick. I *thought* I was coming down with the flu. As the night progressed, I was positive. I had chills, aches, couldn’t sleep and generally felt miserable. As Thursday rolled around, I was starting to get worse. Including bleeding…ahem…down there. Given that I’d overextended myself the day before trying to get two boys to the doctor and back and doing a few things around the house, I wasn’t shocked. After all, it had only been 2.5 weeks since my c-section.
Then the bleeding turned to gushing and I knew I needed to be checked out. When I was assessed in the hospital I was found to have a 103F temperature an ear infection and a uterine infection and was admitted for overnight observation. When my fever continued to spike, one night became two, then three and finally, on the fourth day after numerous blood tests, bodily swabs (including a butt swab…yes people…swab of the butt. I have no dignity left) and an ultrasound, it was determined that when I had my c-section, now 3 weeks prior, the doctor didn’t remove all of the placenta, hence the fevers, infection and fact that my stomach still looked 6 months pregnant 3 weeks after birth. It was swollen, and unable to contract down because it still had tissue in it and I was hemorrhaging.
I was not happy. The only course of action was a D&C procedure, which finally seems to have solved the problem and sent me home.
I really struggled while lying in that bed with negative thoughts, anger and resentment over this seemingly avoidable mistake on the part of the doctors involved in my care when I had Baby O. What I came to realize is that I needed to stay positive and focus on the good.
-My body was strong enough to fight a massive infection that had been building for nearly 3 weeks and bounce back once the infection and its source were cleared.
-I was able to be admitted back to the post-partum wing which meant I could have my baby there as much as I was able to handle so I could continue to nurse him and bond with him.
-I had family and friends step up to help with caring for Fit Boy in my absence and keeping him happy and reassured that everything was ok.
-I received endless love, support and encouragement from my online communities.
It’s really hard to stay down when you have so much to be thankful for.