Well, this post is one I have been procrastinating on writing as well as trying to block most of it from my memory. Since it isn't as fresh in my mind, it won't be as accurate timeline I am sure!
So, the whole week I was home from the hospital after we were discharged, I was in a lot of pain. Since I was discharged and told everything looked okay, I just figured the c-section pain was unbearable to start and overtime got better. I was having a horrific time just bending over to change Anson and getting very frustrated with myself that I was having so many issues.
Well, Wednesday night rolled around and I had a horrific fever starting at 101.4 degrees. I had the worst chills and I was bundled up in clothes and a blanket. In return, Clark gave me an Ibuprofen and the chills and fever started going away. I figured maybe, I was overdoing it and just over exhausted. Thursday rolls around and the SAME thing happened with the chills and fever around 2:00 p.m. It lasted until after 5:00 p.m. I called Dr. Barnes and she insisted that unless my fever got worse, to go to the hospital. She then called me back and instructed me to go to the hospital. So, around 7:00 p.m., Clark and I called his mom to see if she would watch Anson while we went to the ER.
Well, we got to the ER by around 8:00 p.m. They did a lot of blood work, which was extremely painful. They couldn't find a vein, and they didn't care how many tears came out of my face in regards to poking me over and over until they got blood. I won't go into those details, but the lady was a real brute. The took my urine from a catheter and did an ultrasound as well. The ultrasound tech, in my opinion, should have been fired for what she did to me. I was told that the steri strips on my c-section had to stay on... in return, she cared less and ripped them all off. She then pushed the ultrasound wand so hard onto my scar that I was in massive amounts of tears telling her it hurt really bad and she actually pushed even harder and told me to "get over it". She was a real charmer. She just kept jabbing me for over 30 minutes. After she was done, she took a towel and cleaned me up putting a tremendous amount of pressure yet again on my scar.
A lot happened in between that I don't want to remember, so I am not going to write.
After 6 hours of waiting at the ER to get a result I was given antibiotics and told to go home and my fever will be normal with a few days after my visit. My result from the ER stay was I had endometritis and a small bladder infection.
Well, Friday rolled around and my grandma was here. Unfortunately, my chills and fever came back 10000% harder and faster even with the antibiotics. I figured it was normal. I called Dr. Barnes and told her my fever was back. She said it was okay and to see how the weekend went. However, at 12:00 a.m. that night, we got a call from CMH, an urgent call at that. I didn't answer as I had Anson. They then called Clark. He answered his phone. They told him I had a staph infection and had to come back to the hospital. Then the doctor said he would Dr. Barnes first to see what she thought I should do since it was already midnight. Dr. Barnes said I could stay home and to monitor myself. Well, in return, Clark hadn't been sleeping much, so I wanted to make sure that he got some rest after that phone call since we were told we could stay home.
Of course, after Clark fell asleep I played a 3 hour game with a screaming baby of feeding, changing, etc. just trying to figure out how to get Anson to settle down. I had gone to the bathroom around 3:30ish and passed a blood clot the size of a cd or dvd. It scared the living daylights out of me. I called Dr. Barnes immediately as they say that could be a sign of septic shock after a c-section. She advised I come in. I called my mom, who had just gotten back from Las Vegas, and asked her to take me to the hospital.
I woke Clark up and said I was going to the hospital because of the clotting. My mom and I got to the ER and we had my blood drawn, urine, etc. and Dr Barnes showed up very quickly after to give me a cervix exam and see my incision. Well, my lower abdomen was hard and discolored and in a lot of pain which apparently is NOT normal. She checked my cervix and did a cervix swab... well it came back with a kidney infection as well as E Coli! WHO GET'S E COLI?!
So in addition to the endometritis, staph infection, e coli in my cervic and kidney infection, I still had massive clotting.
I had 4 BACTERIAL INFECTIONS AND CLOTTING.... GREAT. Dr. Barnes said I would have to be there for over 48 hours of antibiotics.
My mom left shortly after to get some rest. They finally wheeled me up to the 5th floor at CMH after a couple hours of waiting. I had been wheeled up on shift change, so I didn't get seen for a couple hours after they situated me anyways.
The antibiotics started around 9:00 a.m. and I was just in tears from the time they moved me to my room until 9. I missed my baby, my husband and my dogs. I felt like my body had failed me and I was an incompetent mother since I couldn't be with my newborn.
I felt like I had failed my husband and given him all the responsibility in the world to take care of a baby, our dogs and himself. I felt awful. Tears rolled down my face almost ALL day. I just kept crying.
After 12 hours of antibiotics and seeing Clark one time for a little bit while his mom watched Anson... Clark told me Cindy and Kyle were heading over to help him out for a few hours. I felt so incredibly grateful that so many people had been helping him out. Cindy stayed awake with Anson from 10:00 p.m. until 5:00 a.m, so that Clark could get some rest! A huge thanks to Cindy for that!
Sunday rolled around and Clark and his mom stopped by to see me for a little each and other than that I was just on my roll of antibiotics every 2 hours... and watched a full season of The 100 on Netflix and my hard stomach and discolored patch was starting to disappear.
Monday after 3:00 p.m. (after my last dose of antibiotics) I was discharged and finally came home.
It was an experience that has traumatized me from having any more children. I told Clark we can't "try" to have kids anymore and just let it happen.
Anson is a healthy, strong baby boy and I feel blessed... but the experience for me was extremely awful and traumatizing.
There are a lot more details, but Anson is waking up and I don't have time to write anymore :)
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