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My Labour Recovery

All births are different and not all 2 are the same, but I wanted to share my experience and my recovery. This might be TMI, but I would have loved to have known some of what I experienced before hand so I wasn't so worried.

Firstly I had a vaginal birth, with an epidural. I was pushing for an hour and half and ended up with a 2nd degree tear and 2 grazes. The tear was stitched up with disolvable stitched in the perineum. The stitching were incredibly painful when being done, the epidural had clearly wasn't in my system any more. I was discharged from hospital the next day and my recovery began.


The stitches were not an issue for me and didn't cause me much discomfort, however the tears were very painful when going to the toilet. For the first 3 weeks I wore Tena underwear to control the bleeding and any other leakages that may occur. These were a life saver as you do bleed a lot more than a normal period and it can flow more depending on your activity level. With that said, I have to ensure that I kept and eye out for any clots which were plum size or larger. This did happen and I contacted the midwife service, which assured me that it was probably due to my activity level that day. However, I had to continue to keep an eye for any more as it could be an indication of something more serious. During this time I used a peri bottle to clean myself and to water down any urine which may irritate my grazes. After 3 weeks I transitioned to maternity pads, as the flow started to slow down. At about 10 weeks I had finished bleeding and the stitches should have been dissolved. However, the grazes took a long time to heal, taking nearly 16 weeks to fully heal where there was no pain when urinating. Everyone also says that the first wee is a killer, honestly it didn't faze me at all, but it took a while to poo. I had such a mental block I though I was gonna bust my stitches open and fall out. I took some advice from the midwife and I didn't rely on laxatives/stool softners as I didn't want to rely on them when things got easier. When I finally went it was a relief and a long while (sorry), but when you have just given birth it is the scariest thing you have to do. My advice for this is take it slow, don't rush, if you get the urge just go and breath. It's like your giving birth all over again so just breath and don't push.

As for my excess skin, the bit that gets stretched when your baby grows inside of you, well that is definitely still here along with the stretch marks. I'm nearly 5 months on and the stretch marks have started to fade, but some of the bigger ones are still very much there. I am still trying to get used to the stretched skin, it's strange I don't notice it as much when I'm standing but sitting it's very apparent. I am currently in no rush to get myself fit as I am still healing mentally from the entire delivery and motherhood side. But hopefully I want to start to work on my self when I get back to work and in a new routine. This is OK though, you don't have to try and get back to normal straight away, I mean it is strange for the first 4 weeks (well it was for me). As once my baby was out everything kind of dropped and was empty. I looked kind of weird but slowly I got used to it and it started to go back in. I know it's a process but it will come back in time. 


On top of this it took me a good couple of weeks to stop reliving the pain of child birth very time I fell asleep. It's such a major trauma which your body goes through that sometimes it remembers and relives the pain. This meant a lot of difficult sleep, as well as still being in the mind set of having a baby bump. Numerous times I woke up holding my belly thinking he was still in there.

Finally we get to the epidural, yes something that quickly wore off after I delivered has caused me issues which I am still recovering from. Back pain! When I went into labour I had horrendous back pain and this is why I had the epidural in the first place. I was in so much pain it felt like I was being hit by a car every time I had a contaction. There are effect that the epidural can cause for giving birth but I didn't realise how it can still effect you months afterwards. I had back pain and a weak back when lifting my son, walking with him was difficult enough along with carrying the car seat. I'm lucky that Bruce had time off before he returned to work, as I know I would have struggled to do simple tasks with him. As it was our first journey to the shops took it out of me and I had to use the pram for support. I still have back pain now but I'm kind of used to it, and the more my baby grows the more I know it will ache. But honestly if I ever get back labour again I will still go for the epidural.

I hope this has helped show case some of the recovery and issues you may face after having a baby. Everyone is different and your experiences may be very different to mine, but I hope to give you a little more clarity to what to expect.

Stay Gorgeous 

XOXOX 

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Mummy Update

Wow what a whirlwind the last 4 months have been. 4 months being a mum, 4 months with my baby boy. It has been eventful and honestly one of the most joyous yet difficult times of my life. Having a baby is not as easy as it seems and I have seen that first hand social media is not all it seems. From the photos that I post you would never realise that motherhood has taken its toll on me physically and mentally.



The first month was the hardest, getting used to this new life, the breastfeeding, the sleep deprivation and still finding time to do all the usual things that we used to do. The first month if people didn't bring us or make us food we only had take aways and microwave meals, not the healthiest but that is all we could manage to do. We also got loads of gifts which was amazing but the baby blues are no joke. I cried pretty much everyday, one of the hardest days the feeding support midwife came in with me in my pants and jumper, crying and baby screaming. I looked a mess and I was struggling, we chatted it out and I felt a little better. But as the weeks moved on breastfeeding got more and more difficult, to the point I ended up with mastitis, which is no joke. This was the final straw and what ended my breastfeeding journey, I'll be writing all about my experience separately but it was tough. 


The second month got a little easier, I got a lot more sleep as we could share the feeding. Bug also was able to sleep in his bed, this ment we could have a little time to ourselves. There were still tears but we were slowly getting there. Then Bruce went back to work and it was a sudden shock, I was left with bug all by myself and it was the most difficult task I've ever done. I cried more times then I would like, I got over stressed, and my anger came out. I would argue and shout at Bruce, I didn't mean it but I was so stressed and overwhelmed, mentally I was breaking. 


It took a lot to finally admit I needed help and being diagnosed with postnatal depression. Being honest was the best thing for me as I got the help I needed, which is still ongoing. Along with this, little man is going in for an operation as his umbilical cord didn't dislodge correctly, meaning his belly button hasn't closed up properly. But with every cloud, he is finally sleeping really well at night, so well that we are now all sleeping upstairs.

This journey is rough but I am now loving it. Just waiting for his first words and finally crawling.

Stay Gorgeous
XOXOX 

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Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!!!

What a whirl wind of a year and a very different New Year compared to the last. I wanted to say thank you to all of you, my family and friends. This year has given us some of the greatest memories we could have asked for. Honestly, over the many years we have gone througha lot and this year has given us the greatest gift of all, we become parents. 

I cannot wait to see what this next year brings and all the new life experiences we are going to have being a family of 3. 

Here's to 2022


Stay Gorgeous 
XOXOX 

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My Labour Story

As I write this, I am sitting in a hospital bed alone, partly exhausted, bleeding but as happy as I could be. I cannot believe what my body has just achieved and I cannot stop staring at my son sleeping peacefully next to me. What I'm about to tell you is a bit tmi but probably one of the best days of my life, you have been warned.


On the 6th December at 2am I woke up to the though of needing the toilet, I managed to get the light on like I normally would do a felt liquid escaping. I felt it and relised it did not smell like pee but something sickly sweet, that's the moment I knew it was my waters breaking. I threw the covers and pillows off my and the gush started, calling Bruce next to me to get up and grab towels. This was it the moment I was looking forward to but not knowing at all what to expect. I called the delivery suit where I would be due to give birth to let them know my waters had gone. I was told to wait out for contractions and come back if the were 1 minute long for 4 to 5 minutes. Well let me tell you those suckers started and got so much worse. By 6am I called the midwife service as my contractions had reached the optimum time and they were as painful as nothing I could have imagined. I sadly has back labour which felt like I had been hit by a car every time I had a contraction and they got worse over time. By the time I made it to the hospital, I was contracting every 3 min for 50 to 60 seconds at a time and the pain was so bad I couldn't help but scream. 


I screamed through every contractions until they finally got the epidural in, honestly the best thing ever invented. Although it took several attempts to get the needle in the right place and fighting through contractions, being rude and shouting at everyone. Once that epidural hit the pain had gone and the contractions were fine. Honestly gas and air great but I was drowsy and the back labour was not touched. I mean it got to the point I threw up all over the floor but I was so happy to have the epidural. Breathing through contractions was great, it didn't cost me much energy and I could rest in between, and apparently I was progressing perfectly by the text book. So by 730pm we were 10cm dilated and mooing though contractions. I learnt this technique from dulas on tiktok and probably the best advice as it helps naturally push your body along with out forcing it. By 830pm it was time to push and this is where my rage and scared monster reared its ugly head again. The epidural is great for pain but not for pressure and my god babies cause a lot of pressure. I couldn't help but panic, scream and nearly pass out, by the end I had Bruce, 3 midwives and a doctor in the room telling me to keep pushing, and trust me the pressure and pain of passing a head through your hoohaa is no joke. I went from big long pushes to short ones to occasional long ones when allowed. I was so close to having forceps, they were there ready as baby was in a little distress. When they told me that I was panicked and scared but I knew I had to just push to get him out safely. By 10pm he was here and out and straight in my arms.

20 hours from when my waters broke our little man was now in this world and he was literally the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I even finally got to see Bruce happy cry seeing our son come into this world, he even cut the cord. It seems weird he was lightly cleaned but with a bit of residue left and I still could not stop kissing him. After birth goo smells very similar to the amniotic fluid so it wasn't to bad plus it kinda crusts up so it's not really goo. Honestly him in my arms was all I have wanted in the last month, and I am so happy it all went relatively smoothly. Now out however, it was time to pass the placenta and I chose drugs, I couldn't spend more energy passing that so drugs and 5 to 10 minutes later it was out. As I wanted to breastfeed, we tried latching and we did it and this boy has food on the brain. He did keep coming off but once he was on he was chowing down. But, at the same time they had to check me for tearing, this by far was the most uncomfortable thing, it was sore and I knew it was bloody. After I was told I had two grazes and one 2nd degree tear which had to be stitched up. Luckily I was still hooked up to the epidural so I had a couple pumps of that and gas and air while the stitched. Once that was all done we had food and drink while Bruce held baby boy, and it was then baby's turn for his check ups. Weighing in at 7lbs 11oz and measuring 51cm he was beautiful and he was even brave when he got his vitamin k jab. After he was back on me for a feed and then it was my turn to have a pamper and wash the blood and sweat from my body. Epidural gone I was finally able to walk around and it is by far the weirdest experience of my life. Your body is suddenly empty with this pouch at the front but it makes walking very strange indeed. Your whole sense of gravity shifts and its hard to get your barings, but that shower was just what I needed, however the blood was a lot and a bit of a shock.


Once out baby boy was put in a cot and we were off to the ward, and Bruce couldn't stay. This was by far the most scariest and anxiety filled moment of my life. New born, only me, alone in a hospital. With the exception of a 30 mins sleep on and off I was awake pretty much till 8am when Bruce was due in. The night was a little scarey at first he cried as he wanted feeding, I thought he finished put him back and he started back up again 5 minutes later. Out he came back on the boob until he fell asleep and didn't want it any more, so back in bed. He was a little cranky but with in a minute or 2 he finally settled and was asleep till 8am. Watching him sleep is my favourite thing, they don't tell you new born like to do random movements in their sleep. Every now and then his arms would shoot up in the air then come back down and he is constantly making little noises. The worse one was the dream cry, I wonder if he is reliving the birth only a few hours back but it's so sad, but he then settles and off to sleep he goes. During my time here though, I still had bleeding and pain and had to officially pee by myself. This doesn't sound hard but after giving birth, tares and stitches it's a little delicate down there and the first pee was long and burned, also full of blood, the 2nd pee an hour later was a little more easier once I knew what to do, but still bloody and I had some pain. But never fear the hospital staff finally gave me paracetamol and ibuprofen for the pain.

Once morning was officially upon us me and little man were both checked out before we could officially leave the hospital at 2 in the afternoon.


Now home I can honestly say that is a life changing event which I wouldn't want any other way.

Stay Gorgeous 
XOXOX 

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