My Nightmarish Post C-Section (Part II)

This is a continuation from Part I….

For the first time in my life I was desperately hoping to pass out wind.  I could feel my tummy harden, followed by an immense pain each time the spasm of the guts attacked me.  I was praying to God day and night for a miracle to happen.

When my Ob&G could not treat me and make me pass out wind, he suspected that I had very inflammed guts as the pain that I had even spread to my both my shoulders and I felt as if my body was semi-paralyzed when the spasms attacked me. My Ob&G then called his colleague, the Gastroenterologist who came to see me. My Ob&G told me that I needed an X-ray of the guts and if the x-ray shows that my guts are all knotted, I will require another surgery to fix the problem. I cannot tell you how worried and horrified I was at that moment. I cannot imagine myself going through another major surgery.

Thank God, the X-ray showed that my guts were all clear. The Gastroenterologist then came to see me and pressed my tummy. I had a shock of my life when he did a test where he pressed my ‘battered’ tummy deep with his fingers and then released it hard….. unceremoniously, in a way that my tummy ‘sprang back’. I shouted out in pain and had cold sweat dripping down my forehead.  He then ordered that I be injected with antibiotics and an anti-inflammation medication through my IV.  I was also ordered to be pumped with another big bottle of 133ml enema into my rectum. The sight of the huge bottle of enema sent shivers down my guts. But that was the life-saver.  Seconds after the enema was pumped into my sore bottom, I rushed to the bathroom.  I tell you, I felt so relieved as the air came out like a balloon that was being deflated.  Farting and pooing had never felt this good (sorry for being blunt but that was exactly how I felt and for the first time after my c-section, I could muster out a genuine smile on my face).

This episode is indeed a blessing in disguise.  Had I not gone through this, my hubby would never know how much I had suffered and had I not gone through this ordeal, he would still insist on having baby no. 4!  Can you beat that? Hubby loves kids and wants as many as I can bear him but for me, I have always been contented with just 2.  I could see how anxious and how bad hubby felt when I went through this ordeal.  Now, we have both agreed that this will be our last baby.  Hubby heard with his own ears from the gastroenterologist today that my body just cannot tolerate anymore surgeries.  My body’s reaction to surgery is that most of my internal organs will adhere to each other after each surgery. This happened too when I delivered Sherilyn via c-section but it wasn’t as bad as the 3rd c-section.   With God’s grace, I hope that I do not have to undergo anymore surgeries…. for the rest of my life.


The life saver – the big bottle of enema that was pumped into my rectum.

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My Nightmarish Post C-Section

The post c-section for this delivery was the worse of my 3 c-section deliveries. My gastroenterologist told me that the more surgeries / c-sections that one has, the more risk it has to the guts.

In my case, there were a lot of adhesions on my womb and on the muscles, flesh and what not as this was my 3rd c-section.  My Ob&G did a lot of cutting (I could hear him snipping my dunno what away for at least 15 minutes before Baby C was delivered) of the adhesions and tugging of the muscles and what not to ‘clear way’ to the uterus.   Consequently, all the snipping and tugging have inadvertently inflammed my guts. The gastroenterologist told me that in some rare cases, the guts get knotted and surgery will be required to fix the knotted intestines.  The spasm of the guts that I had attacked me every 5 minutes throughout the day for 2 days and that was the worse experience in my life.  The pain was really unbearable and I really wanted to cry.   I could feel the wind all trapped inside my guts, fighting its way out but somewhere was blocked and the wind was causing me immense pain. I was really depressed – because of the pain and because I couldn’t eat. From being able to drink water and Milo, I was ordered to be put on drips again and NIL by mouth…. until I passed out wind but that seemed so difficult…. 

… be continued

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