Last Thursday was a scary day.
I had been recovering beautifully after deliver our precious little girl on January 8th. Feeling great, bleeding was slowing right down, no pains, etc.
Thursday I started cramping a bit- passed it off. Until I stood up after dinner, felt the urge too push & out came a tennis ball sized chunk of placenta.
After being rushed to the ER my bleeding slowed down, they ordered an u/s for the next day at 1pm.
1pm (Friday) I get my ultrasound. Sat in the ER waiting for the results for 6 HOURS. That's the ONLY bad thing I have to say about this hospital (which was NOT the one I had delivered at BTW.)
In walks my angel doctor. I honestly can say I would marry this man if I wasn't already married to my soulmate. I will remember him forever and start crying everytime I think about him and how well he took care of me.
To make it short. Between Friday night & yesterday night (Tuesday) when I finally walked back into my house for the first time in days I literally thought I reached the end of my road.
I was rushed for a D&C because of an excessive amount of "matter" still inside my uterus. At 8:30 I came out of the surgery, started cramping & bleeding excessively - dropping clots around 1AM and put on I don't even know how many kinds of meds to stop the bleeding (er, slow it more like it) until they could get things figured out again.
I don't remember a lot of Saturday. The afternoon came and I was all of a sudden rushed for another ultrasound, xray and then straight to the OR - I remember signing a consent for a hysterectomy 'if need be' (it was NOT his first choice - he really didn't want to do it.)
After all was said and done they didn't do the hyst - they inserted a balloon into my uterus to put pressure on the infected area where the placenta had been in the hopes of clotting it - my uterus had turned to mush, didn't know what to do anymore. I was still bleeding - during that surgery they had removed 2 LITRES of blood from me and this was on top of all the other blood loss. I thought I would never be heading home to my babes.
I was given 6 pints of blood over the next 2 days. Another surgery (and another consent signed for a hysterectomy in case it was needed) to removed the balloon. Bedrest for 2 days.
If you've read this far I thank you more then you'll ever know.
My big question is...
I'm home now. How do I deal with this? He's given me his personal cell phone number with *strict* instructions to call him if I have any, any concerns... I'm so happy to be home with my family but I'm not enjoying being home. I gaze at my little bundle of joy and feel overwhelming love for her but I'm afraid to move off the couch, I'm afraid to cough.
I'm bleeding "scantly" as he & my mom described. When I left yesterday I was barely bleeding but woke up today with a bit more and was freaking out - I couldn't control myself and ended up calling him. He reassured me and said he'd call back at the end of the day. He did - said he'd meet me at the ER to check me but right then I knew I was ok "for now"...
Please some - emotionally I can't do this. I go pee every 20 mins to check my pad. (which btw wasn't even full from lunch til dinner - very light but red.)