Woolybob
at thought of baby covered in garlic flavoured olive oil!!!
LondonMrss, a few pages back you asked how long it would take your ladybits to return to normal. No idea if I am an average case but thought I'd share my experience in case it helps. I had an episiotomy and stitches and I needed to pour warm water over my bits while I did a wee for about 10 days. Stitches dissolved after 12 days. Swelling (feck, I was so swollen
) had mostly gone down after 2 weeks but I'm still a little swollen (3 weeks today) and I am a bit numb around where the stitches were, I guess some nerves were cut and need to grow back. The midwife who came out about 3 days ago said "it HAS only been 2 and a half weeks" as if I was crazy to think I might be back to normal by then. I was a bit
- the only thing I was told was stitches take 12 days to dissolve, so I was working on 12 days being the timeframe for everything being ok again. It never hurt me to poo but I did find it stressful, it just felt like the world was going to fall out of my pelvic floor. Walking around and sitting down was bloody agony for a week, hard for the second week and fine now. I've done lots of pelvic floor exercises, I do them while I'm feeding as there's feck all else I can do with one hand on a boob and one hand on a baby. I had piles too, lovely and the standard anusol didn't make any difference so I got the stronger one from hte chemist, it helped but it said only use it for 7 days and I didn't read that and used it for 8 and a bit days and now I am all itchy
. The painful pile has gone but I still have 2 distinct swellings there which refuse to budge
.
The hardest thing, for me, was letting DH see me naked. I really needed him to look at me, look at the stitches, look at my battered, bruised, stitched, scarred, formerly sexy ladybits and accept me as I am now, and still love me and want me, because I felt like I had been butchered and ruined (this still makes me cry to type), and it was so hugely emotional, but a massive step in coming to terms with what had been done to my body. Maybe I'm just a bit oversensitive but of all of it, that was the hardest thing for me, just accepting that I had been cut and stitched in such an intimate, personal part of my body.
And in other news (this will not come as a surprise) I am a nobber. Turns out, when I actually took the time to listen to him properly, that DH was not feeling down for selfish reasons, rather, he was feeling down because he felt like he wasn't doing enough to support me, he wanted to take some of this pressure and stress off my hands but doesn't feel he can as he can't do the feeding, and often that's the only thing that will settle our little girl, so he's watching me feed and feed and not get enough sleep but he feels powerless to take any of that off my hands and he doesn't feel there's enough else he can do. What a truly lovely man I am married to and what a nobber I was for not listening to him properly in the first place. He just wants to take care of his girls and he's feeling sad because at the moment, in his eyes, there is only so much he can do. I told him what a massive support he is, and that him taking care of me and making sure I am fed is also him taking care of his little girl - he's making sure I can focus on her - and him going to work is him taking care of us both. but he finds it hard to see it like that.
Growth spurt today - with the wisdom of being 3 weeks in, I am not feeling like it is the end of the world, just resigning myself to a very long day and night and probably day tomorrow. She has slept for the grand total of 3 hours since 6am today: a 2-hour stretch this morning and a 1 hour stretch this afternoon - oh, and a tiny bit in the carseat earlier. All the rest of the day has been feeding and grizzling. My boobs feel shredded and I'm amazed there is still milk in them! If only I could master one handed feeding I could read a novel or something but I'm so cack handed at the moment and her latch is so unpredictable that it takes 2 hands and even them can be a bit hit and miss. DH has taken her out for a drive to give me a break for an hour or so (and I should be sleeping but I'm on here, shh, don't tell him!).
Hugs to all who need them, and a massive well done to people making hard decisions about feeding. You are doing what is best for your babies and that is what makes you a good mum - it is the fact that you do your best, it is not the actual things that you do - if that makes sense. You are making the best decisions for your circumstances. If you go insane you cannot be there for your baby, so whatever keeps you sane is the best thing.
to all of you switching to formula, please feel proud of yourselves for being strong enough to make the right decision at a hard time.
Right, enough waffling from me. Fingers crossed for a good night everyone. I shall probably be reading yours posts most of the night but unable to type unless I manage to wrestle a hand out from under my boob