It felt like the next day (since he was born in the middle of the night), but really it was later that same day when I learned I wasn’t exactly in the clear yet.
Baby boy (not officially named at this point) was doing great.
But I ended up with a couple of blood clots and lost a little blood. The nurse came in for a regular check and discovered blood had soaked through my clothes, the mattress pad, etc. Next thing I knew a whole team was back in my room with a medical cart in tow.
Noooooo!
I felt exhausted and defeated. I was so over all the poking and prodding and just wanted to be done — for good!
First they got an IV ready and started me up on pitocin. Again. Then they put in a catheter (ouch) and manually extracted the blood clots (double ouch). They didn’t know where they were or how many there were so this process was mainly just kneading my stomach over and over — hard. One of the nurses squeezed my hand throughout.
Thankfully, they got them out and I was fine going forward. I didn’t end up needing any medication — or whatever was in the next step in their protocol for this situation — so that was good news.
I did have to keep the IV for awhile, and the nurses had to do more frequent checks on me. The “massages,” as one nurse called them, were light and easy the remainder of the time.
Everything was all good from then on, and I was still able to leave after 24 hours (a shortened stay due to COVID).
I couldn’t wait to sleep in my own bed again!
