Thursday, January 23, 2014

Festering Wound




According to dubious stats I found on the internets, 3-6% of women suffer from C-Sec incision infections.  I am one of the lucky few.  If only I had this kind of luck with raffles and lotteries.  2 weeks postpartum the corners of my incision opened and began to ooze.  Since it was Saturday and I had no idea what to do, I went to urgent care where the doctor taped me up and told me to apply antibiotic cream.  After a week and increased puffiness, I finally got a hold of my OB.

I hobbled onto the examination table and she came to poke and prod at the incision.  After a few minutes of painful poking and hmmm-ing sounds from the dr, I asked if the wound looked bad.  She told me that doctors and patients have different interpretations of bad.  (This is when I should have realized that it was bad.)  She said, "For instance, a doctor thinks of a flesh eating bacteria as bad.  You don't have a flesh eating bacteria."  Well then, I should be happy?  Then she asked her assistant for scissors.  (This is where I finally realized it was bad and burst into tears.)  Since the wound was clearly not healing, the incision had to be opened up and drained.  At this point I made the HUGE mistake of taking a look.  I would provide a photo but then I would have to look at it again and that is just not happening.  The doctor called my husband in to instruct him on how to dress my wound twice a day,

1. Apply topical anesthesia for the pain
2. Scrub wound until it oozes blood
3. Stuff wound with saline soaked gauze
4. Tape dry gauze over wound

Yes it is as painful as it sounds, only 10 times worse.  At the follow up appointment, the dr said the the wound was making some improvement but was developing a smell so she instructed Jason to scrub harder.  Until this point, my husband wore his game face but the idea of having to scrub until blood oozes while his wife is shaking with pain took all the mustard out of him.  We booked an appointment with the wound care center at the hospital and the PT who saw us said that scrubbing was absolutely unnecessary.  My new treatment,

1. Shower and let the water run over the wound for 5 minutes
2. Stuff the wound with antibiotic foam
3. Tape dry gauze over wound

This is so much better even though the shower stings.  Think showering after chaffing that is 1cm deep and 2.8cm wide.

For the first time in my life I dread the shower but it is so much better than scrubbing.  In books you often read how the pain makes the hero weak at the knees and nauseated.  These passages always felt so melodramatic and I scoffed at them.  Now I know better as the first few showers left me clinging to the tile wall to keep from falling.  Never again will I scoff at weak knees passages.

I don't have a computer anymore, so I'm blogging on my iPad and finding it impossible to add photos. Until I figure it out, please forgive my lack of interesting photos. Hopefully my text content is interesting enough!

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Project Reveal

Ta-Da!  This is what I've been working on over the last 9 months.  


We had a short list of names to choose from:
1. Charlotte
2. Sara
3. Anna
4. Olivia
5. Audrey

I really love the name Olivia but we already know at least 3 little girls with the same name.  My next choice was Charlotte but my husband seemed ambivalent.  When the day came and the nurse asked what her name was, my husband quickly replied, "Charlotte."  It just felt right for her.

Charlotte arrived 12 days earlier than estimated and weighed in at 6lbs 12 oz.  I considered a VBAC but called it 6 hours into labor.  I wasn't making any progress and it seemed like it would have ended up being a repeat of my first pregnancy and I refuse to do that again.  I must not have sent enough "open like a flower" vibes to my cervix.


I can't wait until I'm all healed up and ready to run again.  We are registered for a Super Bowl Sunday  10K and I really really want to be able to run in it.  

Monday, November 4, 2013

Halloween

This was the first year that B was interested in Halloween.  Most of the interest was fueled by her growing ability to pay attention to the world around.  First we started getting mail with catalogues of costumes.  Shortly afterwards her friends started gushing about their costume choices.  B started making elaborate plans about her own costume.  This is an unfortunate trait I think she got from me.  Her choices alternated everyday between;

1. Pumpkin
2. Snow White
3. Tiger
4. Alice from Alice in Wonderland

When this continued until there was only 2 weeks left until Halloween, I started to feel the pressure of having to get her to make a decision.  What finally helped seal the deal was sitting her down and having her flip through the catalogue until she settled on something she loved.  This took all of 5 minutes.  I don't know why I didn't try this before.

I cut out the picture of Alice that she decided on and used it as inspiration as I headed to Joann's for the fabric.  I didn't have a pattern for the dress so I just based it on other patterns I've made for her.  After 3 long days of sewing, I finally finished the dress.   As I proudly held it up for her she decided that she didn't want it anymore.  In case you were curious, her reaction made me feel fantastic.  I gave her a theatrical sigh and told her that I would just have to give the dress to someone else since she didn't want it.


You would give my dress away?!?

My response seemed to do the trick and she decided that she had to have the dress and insisted that I put it on her right away.  If only toddler logic was so easy all the time.  I just know one of these days this is going to backfire on me and I really will have to give something away.


It's my job to keep you on your toes.


We actually hosted a Halloween party the weekend before Halloween so I felt done with the day even before the trick or treating.  But B had found out about the candy and about jack o' lanterns and since I was unwilling to dampen her enthusiasm, I had to muster up some of my own.  She picked out a pumpkin of her own at the store and drew the face which my husband carved it out.  She enjoyed scooping out the seeds but refused to touch it with her fingers.

ewwwww, pumpkin guts.

Finally, the night arrived for trick or treating.  B had a blast and quickly got into the swing of asking neighbors for candy.  At one house a friendly neighbor asked her what her favorite candy was and she gave him a blank look.  I explained that she has not yet had candy before and the blank look was returned to me by the neighbor.

Unfortunately this is the best photo I have of us going to houses.
I wish I could say that I was walking around with wine in my cup, but unfortunately it was just tea.  Chamomile tea, in fact.  I party like wild woman!  Next up is B's birthday and she has requested a Snow White theme.  I'm going to try my hand at making a cake with fondant.  Wish me luck!