A Successful OB Visit!
I went back to my OB with the intention of having my situation checked out and hopefully getting re-stitched. Of course, there was always the possibility that she would tell me to come back in a few days or to even go see another doctor about the infection. But thankfully, with my diligent adherence to her hydrogen peroxide (major OUCH!) and antibiotic protocol, she was very pleased with my progress and decided to proceed with the stitches.
After everything I've gone through with the birth and the recovery, I am amused at myself for being so nervous about having these stitched put in. Several people told me that it is just like when you go to the dentist...but I have never had said experience at the dentist. The numbing medicine needle was not fun, but to my relief, I didn't really feel a thing with the stitching...and there were a lot. After the procedure, I felt a little woozy, but ended up driving myself home anyway. And as if the last 3 weeks haven't produced enough discomfort, I was pretty sore, but today (Saturday) I am feeling much better. I see a glimmer of hope for feeling somewhat normal again!
During my appointment, I chatted with my doctor about the birth. I was quite surprised when she told me how well I did. I did not feel very good about my ability to cope during the birthing experience. (Check the highlights of the experience in this post.) I felt very encouraged by her comments, and realized that she probably didn't think I was such a wuss after all. Apparently what I thought was a great failure in managing the pain through relaxation appeared more to her as someone who held out a long time to use a very minimal form of relief all while dealing with horrendous back labor and a big baby. I guess my massage therapist is right: we all give ourselves far too little credit for our accomplishments and focus too much on our perceptions of failure. You can read the highlights of Soren's birth here.
After everything I've gone through with the birth and the recovery, I am amused at myself for being so nervous about having these stitched put in. Several people told me that it is just like when you go to the dentist...but I have never had said experience at the dentist. The numbing medicine needle was not fun, but to my relief, I didn't really feel a thing with the stitching...and there were a lot. After the procedure, I felt a little woozy, but ended up driving myself home anyway. And as if the last 3 weeks haven't produced enough discomfort, I was pretty sore, but today (Saturday) I am feeling much better. I see a glimmer of hope for feeling somewhat normal again!
During my appointment, I chatted with my doctor about the birth. I was quite surprised when she told me how well I did. I did not feel very good about my ability to cope during the birthing experience. (Check the highlights of the experience in this post.) I felt very encouraged by her comments, and realized that she probably didn't think I was such a wuss after all. Apparently what I thought was a great failure in managing the pain through relaxation appeared more to her as someone who held out a long time to use a very minimal form of relief all while dealing with horrendous back labor and a big baby. I guess my massage therapist is right: we all give ourselves far too little credit for our accomplishments and focus too much on our perceptions of failure. You can read the highlights of Soren's birth here.
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