Going to the Wound Clinic

Just a little update on my incision. My sister, Mom, and Husband all took part in the pleasure of cleaning and packing my wound daily, which by no means was pleasant but Im grateful for their love and care. It was a very painful procedure and very strange to be doing it at home, but it was doctors orders so we all went with it. My sister packed it for a couple weeks, then Perry tried to take over, but it was to hard for him to see me in so much pain so we handed the job over to my Mom. My mom has been cleaning the wound for about a week give or take. I started noticing other parts of my incision starting to open up. Pressure began to build up and if I didnt get seen right away I knew it would be a matter of time before more of the incision would burst open. So we made a trip into my OB to have her take a look. As much fun as it was she sliced a small surface wound to reliev some of the pressure and put me back on another round of antibiotics. She wanted to schedule a surgery right away with the intentions of putting me under and her reopening the intire incision and getting out the blood clot that seems to be building more pressure. I was really hesitant about back tracking and starting all over. This has been just a nightmare that I didnt want to relive all over again from the beginning. We had come so far, to start all over again just put me into tears. She knew my fear and gave me over the weekend to prove that the wound could do better. Of course this process was out of my control but I prayed that she would continue to let my body heal slowly but surely.

When I returned back to her office this week she had agreed that her little surface wound she sliced did indeed reliev some of that pressure and that she would agree to hold of on surgery if I agreed to start seeing the Wound Clinic here in town. She felt it was about time to let the professionals take over and get a little bit more aggressive with the cleaning and packing. So I have been going to the wound clinic throughout the week and have seen a huge improvement already. First of all we never thought nor were we told to cover the entire wound with a bandage. I literally lived these past 4 weeks with a small childrens band aid placed over the wound. This made for one irritated wound that put me in tears with every step I took. I had been packing my wound with this Sterile Gauze tape, and here at the wound clinic they prefer to use this type of gauze called silver. It was definitely a different atmosphere and experience. I wasnt able to take any hard pain killers before since I drove myself there so I had to pretty much bear and grin it through the pain. I took baby Ryan the first day and got a lecher on how babys shouldnt be near this place due to open infections and such. Phew that scared the living day lights out of me and baby Ryan stayed home with Mimi te rest of the week with a pumped bottle. Instead of being placed in a nice comfy office room that I was used to being in, I was now being worked on in a very sterile hospital like surgery room. New faces, new materials, and a new atmosphere made for a week of very uncomfortable appointments. But just as I adapted to our own way of doing this at home I am slowly adjusting to their way of doing things and I can trust that they are taking the very best care of me, for a faster and more successful recovery. It feels great to finally have this wound covered and bandaged properly. It allows a more pain free kinda day for me, allows me to function better as a busy Mother of 4. I look at this wound clinic as a long awaited answer to my prayers. Now I just hope this wound can heal quickly and we can move forward and leave this in the past. Theres just nothing fun about this situation, but Im learning to make the most of it and find ways to focus on my family and whats really important rather then the continual pain.