surgery

May. 17th, 2011 02:15 pm
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Last night was a hard night! Paxton decided, again, that he didn't want to sleep. Tim couldn't even sit with him, he had to pace for hours. He brought him to bed and we slept for a couple of hours. I woke with my alarm to nurse him, but Pax wouldn't wake up enough to actually nurse. Worried me since it was our last chance since about 1 am.

Tim got up with him at 4 and again paced with him. I got up and showered at 5. It was so sad to not be able to nurse him. I can't usually feel my letdowns, but I kept feeling pressure and couldn't nurse it out. He kept asking for "nuh nuhs" and it felt so wrong to not be able to feed him, but I wasn't willing to do anything that could put him at risk. Lots of tears, but watching Bananaphone on youtube over and over again, got us through about 20 minutes.

We got to the surgery at 6:50 like we were told, but they didn't take him in till almost 8 am. If I had realized it was going to be that late, I would have nursed him at 4:30 when he was crying so much.

He looked so cute in his hospital gown. I wish I brought my phone to take pictures! Tim left his in the car too. He did really well with his vitals being checked, even his little teeny leg blood pressure cuff. The doctor came in and explained the whole procedure to us again, and the anesthesiologist came in and talked to us as well. The nurses were so sweet and loving to Paxton, kept coming in and playing peekaboo with him and tried to keep him from crying. He was pretty fussy since he was so hungry.

After we gave him kisses and said our goodbye, I burst into tears. It was so scary! I would have been way less stressed if he didn't have to be put to sleep for the procedure.

After they were done, the doctor came and told us that it was such a thick frenulum that he had to give him three stitches. They will dissolve within 1-5 days. He was so excited about it taking 3 stitches, it really made me laugh, how excited he was about the whole thing. He sat down and told us that he thought it was excellent that we had done the surgery because it will make such a big difference for breastfeeding. I like that he was so pro-breastfeeding.

We went and sat with Paxton and waited for him to wake up. I think he was so tired from not sleeping most the night that he wasn't waking up. The nurse started gently waking him and I held him right away and nursed him immediately. I was so happy that right away his latch was better. His lip doesn't curl in anymore, I had to fix it every time we nursed, it immediately flanged up and out around my breast. If my next (possible) baby has this problem, I will get it done as soon as possible, I wish I didn't wait so long to do this. I think it would have helped our breastfeeding issues so much.

The nurse walked us out to the car. I was really impressed with how gentle and kind everyone was. I think that after my awful birth experience, I needed this kind of experience to help me trust people in the medical profession again.

Tim and I stopped for coffee on the way home. I put the baby down for a nap and fell asleep with him right away. Tim came in and told me, in my half sleep stupor, that he was going to get lunch for us. I woke up a couple hours later. I gave Pax more tylenol, but he's been cheerful and silly and playing like normal.

Stressful day but man, I'm sure glad it's over and I'm sure glad I went ahead with the surgery! Thank you Children's National Specialists of Virginia.

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Oct. 8th, 2010 08:29 pm
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I felt pretty good this morning, and then had a frustrating afternoon when my plane tickets wouldn't booked, and I was on the phone for over 2 hours trying to find new ones. Part way through the call I started feeling really bad, and I was shaking pretty severely. I went upstairs and checked my temperature and it was 103.8, which freaked me out. I called Tim who was 2 hours away, picking Reagan up, then called Amy and told her to check in on me in a bit. I looked in the mirror and it looked like I had strep, and I checked my temperature again and it was 104.6, and I panicked. I called my doctor's office and they said they couldn't fit me in, I ended up bursting into tears and telling them I couldn't sit in an emergency room for hours with my newborn feeling like this, and with no car (since Amy had to be somewhere). They fit me in.

Amy came over and we adjusted our extra carseat (a secondhand one for emergencies from Tim's coworker who barely used it), I got dressed, and went to the doctor. On the way there I started sweating really bad, so I think my fever broke, again. By the time they checked me, my temperature was 102. Swabbed me for strep, no strep. Checked my boobs for mastitis, no mastitis. She said it sounded like a bad virus that would hopefully work its way out of my body, told me to take tylenol and advil and gave me a prescription for something that would numb my throat longer than the over the counter stuff.

Tim ended up picking something up for dinner, and now my fever seems to be gone again. I just checked and I'm at 98.8.

The baby was incredible all day. Honestly, things like that make me think there has to be a higher power because I don't know how I would have taken care of him if he were crying and needy all day. He laid on his play mat, watching the butterflies, listening to the animal sounds. Nursed off and on, slept off and on. He's been smiley and good tempered all day, thank goodness. He's downstairs with Tim right now, I finally took a shower.


At the doctor's office the doctor said she was going to examine my breasts, and I had to laugh and tell her that Tim had washed all my bras and I was wearing a pre-pregnancy bra that didn't fit anymore. I told her "They are going to burst out when I undo my bra" and burst out they did. Might have been sexy if I didn't have a fever and balls of sweat weren't running down them. Hot momma alright.
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I woke up sick this morning, which might explain why I fell asleep at 8:30 last night. Paxton and I slept till 12:30 am, got up and hung out with Tim for a bit, had a snack, Paxton fed and went back to sleep so I did the same. He slept till about 5:30 am, but then nursed off and on for about an hour and a half, I think he was just too rested. We both fell back asleep for a morning nap

Yesterday I took him to the doctor and was very happy to see he gained 11 ounces in 2 weeks, I think it's cutting out the dairy that helped. The nurse was sweet but an idiot. I had to tell her three times that I thought she was leaning on the scale, as she's pushing it up past 11 lbs.. Then she measured his length wrong and forgot to measure his head. Another nurse came in and did it, and was very unimpressed with the first nurse (although she loves Paxton and asked to hold him), and told me "She's only been here three months and she won't be here another". He goes back in 2 months, but I think I'll take him next month for a lab to see how his weight gain is going.

After that it was off to [livejournal.com profile] vitainpalus's house. I got to hold her baby Riley for a few minutes, while Paxton was nursing, it was adorable to have both of them in my arms but made me appreciate how much work it would be with twins!! Isabel snuggled up to me and we sang every preschool song I could remember. I love my visits with them.

A new Harris Teeter grocery story opened, and there was a coupon in the mail for $10 off of $40 of groceries for the next 4 weeks. I had some coupons for other things, and then shopped carefully. Spent $55 and saved $36 with coupons!

An older woman at the grocery store oohed over Paxton and then said slightly disapproving "You are going to spoil that baby", since he was in a wrap, and I said "Yup, I am!". If baby wearing is spoiling, then I will have a very spoiled baby. Someone should tell those Ethiopian babies on their momma's backs that they are spoiled.

A man stopped me and told me that his daughter had a little birthmark behind her ear, just like Paxton's little one on his head. Then his wife went on about how they can cause mental retardation, thankfully I didn't freak out about it, but the husband laughed and said that his wife was just a nurse and to quit saying things that would scare me. I know Pax is fine, so it didn't really bother me.

One of their daughters told me that she has a brand new baby brother, and they had 4 kids with them so I said "You guys have a baby too?!", she said "No, he's my stepmom's baby", and the mom looked at her and smiled and said "He's 3 weeks old now, right?". The mom didn't look like she had one negative feeling showing about it, and it made me a bit sad that things aren't as good in our family, with that stuff. I wanted to tell her that I had a stepdaughter too, so she'd know there are more of us, but we all moved on too quickly.

I think I need to take some tylenol. I took one this morning and slept most the morning with Paxton, but it must be worn off, my headache is getting worse and my throat is hurting more. Paxton is asleep right now, so I'll try to lay down and rest. Think it'll be leftovers for dinner tonight.

Monday

Aug. 9th, 2010 07:37 pm
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My 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)

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