One of the many reasons I was pregnant and delivered a baby only once in my life is because it hurt, and I am a quick learner. One evening after I had my beautiful baby girl, I was suffering from stomach pain (go figure). I was recovering from a c-section, a breast infection, and the wonderful experience of bursting some of my internal c-section stitches. What can I say? Fun! Fun! Fun! I went to use the bathroom (just a pee, I swear) and before I flushed noticed a LOT of blood in the toilet (don’t worry, that’s as gross as it gets). I started panicking, because that is what I do best. We went to the E.R., baby in tow, and got me a full-fun-filled pelvic exam and all sorts of tests. They couldn’t find anything wrong with me. So, after a good five hours, we went home. After we got settled in for the remaining few hours of the night, my husband suddenly jumped out of bed with a nose bleed.
I asked him if he’d had a nose bleed earlier that night, and if perhaps, for some weird reason he had thrown the tissue into the toilet and maybe, just maybe never flushed it down….
Yup. A night in the E.R., blood tests, pelvic exam (my absolute FAVORITE thing), hospital bills, and (another) sleepless night with a newborn – all for a friggin’ nose bleed. Seriously? I am far too paranoid to have more than one baby.
See… my bubble needed to be firmed up a bit that day. I do better with a non-permeable membrane.