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mellybrellyMy two main men are starting to stir beside me. Side-lying breastfeeding is the best trick in the world, and I'm so glad my incision feels good enough to finally let me be on my side. This morning he nursed for an hour while I slept, same with this afternoon.
We went to the OB this afternoon. That man has no personality. He's so awkward and uncomfortable. You can't joke with him, and I rely on my joking sense of humour to get me through things that aren't that fun, like having him look at my incision.
Right before they wheeled me into my emergency c-section, he looked at me and said "Just so you know, you will never vbac". I looked right back at him, and said "I'll go to Canada and do it". Don't fuck with me buddy. Who says that to a mom who has laboured for the past 13 or 14 hours, part of it on pitocin, with no drugs, who desperately did everything she could for a natural birth. Almost as bad as my midwife saying to me, when I said no to pitocin at first, "You aren't going to get your Christmas miracle Melanie, you won't be in labour by 4:30" (the time limit for when they would push me into harder labour because my water had broken that morning). Well, half an hour later I was having contractions, I swear mostly just to prove her wrong.
Anyway, won't let my bitterness shine through too brightly.
He said my incision looked fine, used some colloidal silver, I believe, to smooth out some areas that weren't put together perfectly. He said it would sting, but I have no feeling in my belly, I hope that the nerves heal soon. His nurse was as awesome as he was, and called out across the office for me to call my weight out to her. I said I'd prefer if I just wrote it down, and she just stood there and looked at me. I finally got up and went and told her, and then she weighed me anyway. Their scale said I was 1lb higher than my scale, so 21 lbs down.
My boys are both back asleep, I should probably wake them so Tim can make me dinner (he's awesome) and baby can nurse and maybe have some awake time. He had lots of awake time last night, all the way till 5 am! He'd nurse, fall asleep, poop, need to be changed, wake up and scream, nurse, fall asleep, poop, need to be changed, repeat numerous times. Thank goodness I was able to just enjoy my little baby and know that it was just what babies do. He's precious. I finally just sat up, in bed, waiting for another poop, but he fell asleep and I slipped down into bed and fell asleep, and didn't wake till he had crawled up to my face and was doing his momma kisses thing to wake me. (along with some very vocal complaining)
We went to the OB this afternoon. That man has no personality. He's so awkward and uncomfortable. You can't joke with him, and I rely on my joking sense of humour to get me through things that aren't that fun, like having him look at my incision.
Right before they wheeled me into my emergency c-section, he looked at me and said "Just so you know, you will never vbac". I looked right back at him, and said "I'll go to Canada and do it". Don't fuck with me buddy. Who says that to a mom who has laboured for the past 13 or 14 hours, part of it on pitocin, with no drugs, who desperately did everything she could for a natural birth. Almost as bad as my midwife saying to me, when I said no to pitocin at first, "You aren't going to get your Christmas miracle Melanie, you won't be in labour by 4:30" (the time limit for when they would push me into harder labour because my water had broken that morning). Well, half an hour later I was having contractions, I swear mostly just to prove her wrong.
Anyway, won't let my bitterness shine through too brightly.
He said my incision looked fine, used some colloidal silver, I believe, to smooth out some areas that weren't put together perfectly. He said it would sting, but I have no feeling in my belly, I hope that the nerves heal soon. His nurse was as awesome as he was, and called out across the office for me to call my weight out to her. I said I'd prefer if I just wrote it down, and she just stood there and looked at me. I finally got up and went and told her, and then she weighed me anyway. Their scale said I was 1lb higher than my scale, so 21 lbs down.
My boys are both back asleep, I should probably wake them so Tim can make me dinner (he's awesome) and baby can nurse and maybe have some awake time. He had lots of awake time last night, all the way till 5 am! He'd nurse, fall asleep, poop, need to be changed, wake up and scream, nurse, fall asleep, poop, need to be changed, repeat numerous times. Thank goodness I was able to just enjoy my little baby and know that it was just what babies do. He's precious. I finally just sat up, in bed, waiting for another poop, but he fell asleep and I slipped down into bed and fell asleep, and didn't wake till he had crawled up to my face and was doing his momma kisses thing to wake me. (along with some very vocal complaining)
