My postpartum recovery hasn’t been too bad at all. For the first 5 or 7 days I lived in the big stretchy pants with the huge pads that the hospital give you to take home. The amount of blood loss was heavier than my heaviest of periods, but the type of blood was different to a normal period, it was more of a pink and mucousy looking colour. Today, 13 days later and I’m still bleeding (as expected) but the amount of blood is more like a normal period for me. The blood colour goes between normal period type blood and a light pinky color. I’m now in normal pads and normal underwear (my normal period underwear anyway!).
I had a second degree tear inside my vagina that was stitched up, so I haven’t felt too much discomfort from the stitches. However those damn hemorrhoids I was suffering from before giving birth almost tripled in size and a new one appeared too. I’ve been using the prescription cream they gave me at the hospital and it has done buggar all. Well if that is really the worst that I came away with, I am doing well.
So things down there really aren’t that bad.
But psychologically things are a bit different.
The first few days I experienced contractions every time I breastfed. These contractions were not like Braxton hicks or labour contractions. I’ve experienced these type of contractions before – when I miscarried. So every time I felt these contractions my mind wondered briefly about huckleberry (from our first IVF cycle). But I’d look down at Aviana nursing and I’d smile. It’s funny how life turns out. It’s bitter sweet.
Christmas Day I had perhaps done too much walking around, later in the evening I bent over to pick up something, I stood up and suddenly felt like something squishy the size of a tennis ball appeared in my knickers. I grabbed my crotch confused and dashed to the toilet. There in my knickers was what looked like a huge ball of abloody clot. I freaked a bit, then prodded it expecting it to be soft like a clot, but it was actually a ball of tissue. I shouted at Chris to take a look (yup, short of pooing in front of each other, nothing is sacred when it comes to all sorts of bodily fluids!). My mind instantly felt and remembered my miscarriage and passing big clots. I burst into tears and said to Chris ‘could this be….???’. Chris knew what I was thinking, and he said no…it couldn’t be, they would have seen it on the ultrasound earlier. He was right, if it was Aviana’s twin they would have seen it sooner. But then I thought – they never saw Huckleberry on the ultrasound did they?….
The nurse had said if I experienced clots bigger than the size of a quarter I should phone in. But then the guidance my OB had sent me home with was if I experienced a clot bigger than an orange. Whatever this clot like thing was, it was about the size of a small mandarin. I didn’t have any other symptoms and did not pass any other clots, so I decided not to phone the doctor. I didn’t want the emotional stress for nothing that is just considered normal postpartum recovery.
I never expected to think about our loss so soon after giving birth 😦
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Oh wow. Sorry you went through that, Dani. It must have been really upsetting. Sending you hugs. X
Oh that’s terrible. Hugs. I’m so sorry to hear this. I didn’t realize such a thing was possible.
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Thank you for the hugs. It did take me by surprise 😔
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