ooh it's time to tell our tales?
I gave birth at 9am on a Friday. I'll try to keep a long story short, but I continued to bleed despite my stitches, then had an excruciating hematomia (sp) which took ages for them to discover because no one would listen to me regarding how much pain I was still in. I was finally sent into surgery around 4 in the afternoon. The sum total of my blood loss was 2 litres, which is quite a lot (I think we only have 5 litres total?)
So, I was given the one precious private room near the ward, as I needed to be monitored overnight after receiving a small transfusion. I hadn't eaten since before my labour had started early on Thursday.
Saturday morning arrived and I still hadn't been given any food. I had a catheter still in which was taken out at 7am or whenever shift change was, but no one told me I needed to drink more so I could prove I could use the toilet (standard after having the catheter in, apparently).
8am rolled around, or whenever breakfast was, and I was told (after I asked) that I could walk to the breakfast room which was down two hallways from where my room was. Outside of 'drunken' I'd never experienced a 'stupor' before but I swear to you, this was it. That walk was practically an out-of-body experience, and I was scared at the halfway point that I would pass out.
Needless to say, once I made it to the breakfast room, I didn't move for a half hour.
and I think I ate my weight in toast because that was the only damn thing there.
That having been said, if I'd been in better circumstances, I probably wouldn't have minded having to get my own food. I mean, if I'd had someone with a trolley by, I'd have had to make do with just a couple of pieces of toast instead of half a loaf or whatever I did have.
Considering I hadn't eaten for two days, I felt I was due it.