Packing the Incision

First off lets start on a good note. Last night baby Ryan slept the whole night through. Unfortunately I didnt get to bask in his glory. My 3rd little monkey Spencer was up all night with a cold and I was up all night pumping the feedings Baby Ryan missed out on. I love how happy he looks in this picture. Whether its gas or him dreaming of Heaven, who wouldnt be happy with a full nights sleep.

Okay onto the main issue of the day. After Perry left for work I jumped in the shower to start my day. Not to long in the shower did I notice a major gush of blood pooling by my feet. I figured I was hemorrhaging possibly. I became nausea's and light headed. I quickly turned the shower off and grabbed my towel. Itwasnt until I dried off that I realized the blood was coming from my incision. This incision has not looked good from the birth of Ryan. It had now formed a huge clot from within. Doctors were hoping it would absorb back in the body, but they wernt to hopeful. I had a wonderful blessing from my dad while Perry was out of town and in this blessing I didnt get the feeling this issue would resolve. I was given a blessing to be able to endure al that was about to hit. I now understand that blessing a little more today.

I called the doc right away and she asked me to get into her office as soon as possible. Perry raced home from work to grab baby and I, as we dispersed the kids amongst friends and family. I didnt know what to expect, but I knew it would be pretty. Once we arrived I had to see the on call doctor, my original OB wasnt working that day. So here I am with a new face a new doc and this serious situation at hand. She came in took a look at my incision and before I knew it she was digging in my incision with a 4 inch wooden Q-Tip. At that moment my vision became faint, I starting seeing stars and my hearing was fading fast. I really thought I was gonna pass out or throw up. This was by far the worst thing I have ever witnessed in all my years of bad health. I can usually handle a lot when it comes to blood and guts, but this was a little over the top. Here I am in the doctors office, lying on the doctors appt table, not covered just laying there as Doctor digs a stick inside my gory bloody incision. Yeah completely over the top I will say again. I mentioned how sick I had been feeling and that I may get sick. She agreed and says it happens quit often in this situation. Okay thats not the words of comfort I was looking for. I asked if I could have a brief moment aside to pray and find inner courage. She stepped out of the room for a moment and I proceeded to plead with my Heavenly Father for immediate comfort and peace. I knew I couldnt bear this without his help.

Doc then came back and gave me a shot of Demerol for my nerves and proceeded in cleaning and digging out the clot in my incision. It wasnt fun, and it hurt pretty bad, but soon she was done and she then packed the cavity full of cloth tape packing stuff. Now get this. As miserable as it was I now get to do this procedure everyday for the next 3 weeks. Yeah I feel like a burn victim feels as each new day draws near and they have to face such painful procedure as I am with this incision. Its no fun, its no fair, its reality and I have to go back tomorrow and do it all over again. Happy, I think not! Someone please pinch me and wake me up form this nightmare.

I came home and felt really loopy and emotionally drained. My mom took the boys off my hands for the afternoon while I took a much needed nap. During my nap I got a text from my dear sweet friend Sunadda. She had randomly whipped up this amazing homemade soup and rolls for me and left it on my door step. What a saint. Just what I needed. I thought for sure someone had contacted her, but come to find out she was unaware of my dramatic day. Turns out she simply followed the promptings of the spirit. I just love when things like this happen. Really reminds me of the power of prayer, the power of priesthood blessings, the power service, and the power of the Holy Ghost. That was the best soup I have ever had and warmed my heart and tummy. Thank You Sunadda.

Perry had to work late tonight so my mom stayed and helped me put the boys to bed. Bless her heart. Im glad I live so close to family and have such great friends to rely on last minute for help when needed.


Some things in life just arnt fun, just arnt fun at all. But what can you do...you cant run and you cant hide. All you can do is face it with courage and faith and endure it the best you can. Thats what I will be doing these next 3 long weeks. Soon it will be all over, just not soon enough.