I do plan on posting a birth story soon I just haven't got to it yet. I'm about 2 weeks out from surgery and I'm doing alot better than I was. The first week or so was horrible. I was in the hospital for 3 days which was a very short visit for all that I had done but they said I was free to go if I wanted. I had to come home with a catheter which totally sucked and added a ton more pain. Walking around carrying a bag sucked and I was confined to home unless I wanted to put this bag on my leg. They told me I could go back to my original OB after leaving the hospital so I went in after a week and had that removed and the metal staples and from then recovery has been much better. I was terrified about the staples because first they looked horrible and I was afraid with the up and down incision I was going to open up and fall apart. Everything healed ok except my belly button. I have a small hole about the size of a Q-tip cotton that's been draining.
Two weeks later I am nearly pain free. I weaned myself from 2 percocet every 4 hours for a week and a half down to 1 every 4 hrs and finally 0, no percocet in the past day or so. I went through 2 1/2 bottles of Percocet which I normally only take 4-5 days worth after a C-section. This by far was the worst recovery I've had on any surgery. Good thing we had 2 Grandmas to help with the kids. They will be leaving this Saturday ending their 3 week stay. I am so ready to jump back into my schedule and routine. I am ready to be the mom and in charge of it all. Everyday since surgery I have woke up and thought how blessed I am to be still living. As soon as surgery was over that morning and they pulled down the blue curtain, I started crying and they thought something was wrong, that I was in great pain. I told them I just wanted my husband, that's all I wanted. I needed to cry with him because it was OVER. They were stroking my head telling me it was over too which made it more emotional because we were literally all rejoicing in the OR that Gianna and I had no major issues and were fine. Even though they hadn't lived the nightmare, they knew how thankful we were to be over the first hurdle.