P.D.T

Yup! Thats muah! Completely knocked out of my mind. PTL!

.. And all the nurses in the hospital that day rejoiced cause they delivered another soul into the world safe and loud! I don't have permission to share the lovely video clip of him being weighed and all that other very sweet & endearing footage of him in the first wee hours of the morning.

After giving birth to my dear boy, I was trying to figure out how to calm the dear lad, I tried giving him suck from my bossom and .. nothing! He didn't know how to suck, either that or he was to angry about er, well something I'm sure. I'm not very enlightened as to what babies get mad at, so we shall leave it at that. So then I asked Jonathan to try holding the baby and after telling the baby that it was Daddy holding him, he right away calmed down and became at rest.

The nurse aid put a towel that she had just dosed with warm water and put it on my, umm birth canal area, ahem! And oh my, did that ever feel so good, such relief from pain! And after that, I had to get ... yup, you guessed it! Stitches!! Well, this will probably only take 10-15 mins max, I comforted myself with that (ahahah, little did I know) and settled back down to rest, as I had been doing in between contractions during the last stage of childbirth, everyone else excused themselves from the room so that the procedure could begin.

I took a little walk down memory lane and remembered when the nurse said she was going to cut me, I remember thinking, "Oh that person said that I would be so happy when they say that, so .. I thought, ok now I'm supposed to be happy" .. and happy I was! (The mind is a very powerful thing, indeed!)

On with the stitches, they had to cut so that I wouldn't tear but tear I did, and in such a way that it took the dear lady doctor (I'm still thankful that it was a lady doctor and not a male one) about 1 whole hour and a few long minutes to finish up (that's why!). They had to use about two bottles of 30ml of pain killers on me as well as four big needle injections.

The stitching up wasn't so painful, thank the Lord! Due to the pain killers and also the fact that I was so tired and numb feeling after the whole thing. I was able to sleep during most of that long hour, I was so thankful for that. I would only jerk and stir a little bit when I'd start to feel the needle and thread .. thus the amount of pain killers that they used on me

My upper back was shot out with pain because of the standing position during labor, so I could hardly stand upright much less carry the baby. But the Lord was very much in control, and sweet Maria and Jane helped to carry him for most of his first day.

Next thing was that I was going to move to another section where new Mommies stay after delivery, but first I needed to take a shower, so with as much help from the nurses as they were able to give I was able to get up from the bed and was wheeled to the bathroom, where I then proceeded to shower.

I was really worried about using the bathroom, but they (the nurses) were very reassuring and helped to alieve the fear by saying that if I let some warm water run on me while I go/use the bathroom, the pain wouldn't be so intense, they also reminded me that I was still under effect of pain killers so that it wouldn't hurt so bad. And God be praised .. it didn't hurt one bit.

After the shower I started to feel a bit faint, I hadn't eaten anything since the birth (mistake no.2), and I had the water a bit to warm in the shower (mistake no.3) so as I came out of the bathroom, I said to one of the nurses (I asked one nurse to stay with me because I didn't feel very strong, one of the few things I do admit to doing right, thanks to Jesus and my spirit helpers) that I felt a little dizzy and might faint.

She was an understudy and probably thought that people say this all the time but nothing ever happens, so she sorta just stood there feeling awkward then to add to the awkwardness I limped over to her and sorta leaned/hugged her for support. She muttered something squeamishly and kinda looked around embarrassed at having a brown naked and bleeding lady holding on to her, poor thing, I hope it wasn't her first day! LOL

Anyways, BLAAM! It hit! The black out over came my consciousness and I blanked out, my knees had buckled and I hit the floor and landed on my butt. The poor girl nearly joined me in my semi conscious state as she called and rang for back up, when the nurse came it happened to be one of the head nurses and she right away took control of the situation, while the poor understudy whimpered and wailed out the story of woe.

Thank the Lord (and I really do mean that) that my stitches stayed intact and that there was no damage done .. to me. Not so sure how the other girl took it, she remained very apologetic and extra caring for the rest of her time of taking care of me.

They then took me in my state of nudity to the room where I was moving out from, at that point in time I really didn't mind who saw me, not cause I thought I looked great, I just wanted things to get rolling and moving so that I could catch up on sleep.

I got to the ward and had something to eat, still couldn't carry the baby so Maria and Jane continued to help me with that. And the nurses would help me to the bathroom. This state of needing that type of assistance continued for three days. I had only packed for 2 days and I ended up staying 8 days.

Here is a nice blurry pic of me and the baby. I'm sure you understand why it has to be blurry .. definitely not one of my finer moments but for sure one of the most monumental ones.



After the night of being at the hospital, I woke up shivering and shaking, and had to have help going to the bathroom. The next day when the nurse came to check up on me, she saw me shivering and shaking so she right away took my temperature and saw that I had a fever of 39.7 so she asked me if I was sore in my breasts or anywhere else, I told her that I felt like I was carrying a 10 kilo weight with the muscles that are a tad bit lower down than the lower abdomen muscle.

She said that was normal and usually doesn't cause a fever, so she came back with some anti-biotics that rung alarm bells in me, stories of my Mom's near death experience ran through my mind as she prepared the needle and and the sacs, I was also asking what kind of side effects could arise if I took this medicine, she didn't really know and said that this medicine was pretty safe, but I still wasn't sure so I asked to wait while I quickly tried calling Jonathan but there was no answer, I then rang my Dad and he said that he would be praying for me and to trust the Lord.

So after putting it in the Lords hands I complied to what was happening, after she put the needle in me and hooked me up. I right away started tuning in to any weird and not normal feelings, but thank the Lord, the only thing I felt was something cool running into me. Not an unpleasant feeling altogether.

This anonymous infection along with the blazing fever lasted for 4 days, I had all these kinds of tests taken for the doctors, from samples of my insides to taking x-ray pictures of my lungs and still nothing showed up. I was getting slightly fearful by this time and had everybody I could contact at that time praying for me. After all that time, they found out what this infection was that was making me almost delirious with fever and my sheets wet from sweat breaks.

Through out this whole time, I wasn't able to carry the baby so for everything and anything I would have to ring for aid. I want to say thank you to Jane & Maria for carrying my baby for me as well as visiting me.

Jonathan came everyday to visit me at the hospital. He changed his diapers and walked around with him in the hallway so that I could catch up on sleep and eat my food so that I could fight the infection and fever I had.

The infection that I felt was so ominous at the time was only a urine infection, after that I felt confident that I could beat this thing, from feeling like I would be a sickling all my life it changed to I know I can get better in a day or two, by drinking water and other kinds of liquid at every awake moment that I could.

I still can't go home until I get healed and stay that way till the next day. Here are some pics of Jonathan and the baby.

Sleeping happily with Daddy

Sitting up for the first time

In hospital garb

P.D.T = Post Delivery Trauma