Supernatural Woman V: Delivery and Recovery

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Hello Everybody!!!

It's been too long, I know *covers eyes*. To all my faithful readers, I am sure that you are tired of the constant apologies for the intermittent breaks. The last couple of months have been extremely busy for me; and things have yet to slow down. I AM SORRY!

I will try to post more frequently...so help me God!

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So where were we? ....Oh yes...the C-SECTION

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As I was being wheeled into the operation room, feelings of jealousy hit me as I heard the cries of babies in nearby delivery rooms; some of their mom's arrived after I did, yet they delivered before I did and they didn't have need a C-section like I did.

I felt like a failure; maybe my faith wasn't strong enough?!?! Maybe I didn't pray hard enough?!?! …But I prayed and made confessions about a NATURAL birth not a C-SECTION! What went wrong???

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In no time, the doors to the operating room flung opened; I was caught off guard by how cold it was! It felt like I was in a freezer! That was enough to get me to refocus; after all, I was about to have a baby! The doctor with the "tiny fingers" was mute and she wore a stern look on her face. No words of encouragement; no compassion...she was just blank. Thankfully the anesthesiologist was the total opposite, with him and my sister cheering me on, I was okay. The procedure was pretty quick. I had no idea of what was going on down there because my view was block by a piece of cloth. Throughout the process, I was grateful to not feel any pain; because I've heard of some traumatic experiences.

In no time, I heard her first cry as the room was filled shouts of ‘congratulations’.  They showed her to me briefly as they had to run some quick tests and take her to the NICU; because they feared that I had an "infection" and they wanted to place her on antibiotics. As I held her briefly, all the feelings of anger, jealousy and disappointment drifted away. Her eyes was so beautiful, I was captivated by her. I couldn't believe that I was her mother. To top it off, she looked absolutely nothing like me; her complexion was significantly lighter than mine, she had chinky eyes and she had fine textured hair. The look on her face seemed to read "Are you happy now?"  It seemed like she wasn't ready to come out of her comfort zone (my womb) just yet.

They quickly took her from me and proceeded to stitch me up as my sister followed my new baby girl. I suddenly felt extremely sleepy; it was a struggle to keep my eyes open. The anesthesiologist kept patting me gently on my shoulder, he kept telling me not to fall asleep. While this was going on, my mom met her first grandchild in the delivery room; she was so overwhelmed with joy that tears began to fall from her eyes. My daughter smiled at her....I saw the proof in the pictures that my sister took.

ALL GLORY TO GOD!!!

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Recovery for me wasn't fun; it felt like it was never ending. After delivery, I was extremely tired and weak. I slept on and off for the rest of the day; I was too weak to get out of bed. Even when visitors came, I was barely responsive. I was told that I could not eat anything until I had a bowel movement; well that didn't happen during day 1. I was also unable to see my baby because I was too weak to go and see her in the NICU. I wasn't happy about not being able to do skin-to-skin or breast feed her; she was given formula, and that was not a part of the plan.

I was finally able to have a bowel movement the next day. I also made up my mind to get up and walk. Boy oh boy! It was so painful! I couldn't even stand up straight. And I had to walk around with an IV stand, it was so inconvenient, but it also assisted me with walking. It was annoying to see the mothers that gave birth naturally; they walked around freely and their tummies seemed to have disappeared, while i looked like I was 6 months pregnant. I walked straight to the NICU to see my baby. I was crushed to see her around very sick babies; I knew that she was just fine! She looked absolutely beautiful and peaceful; all the nurses were saying how great she was doing and how she was eating very well. I was so happy to hear that. I proceeded to hold her; I stared at her in amazement. At that moment, all was right in the world. She was worth it; the time spent in labor, the pain, the C-section, etc. didn't matter any longer.

I was then encouraged to breast feed her. I initially thought that it would be a walk in the park...however it was more like a walk in an obstacle course. I could not get her to latch on. I tried and tried and it just didn't work. It went on to be a battle even after I was discharged from the hospital; we tried everything from nipple shields, to different techniques until I eventually gave up. My breast pump and I became the best of friends for the next year; we communicated every three hours. After weeks of trying, I was finally able to sustain a milk supply that was good enough to feed her exclusively; she didn't like formula too much...it gave her lots of gas.

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So back to the hospital, after my initial attempt to breastfeed my daughter failed, I just held her and fed her formula instead. It was a beautiful moment; I stared at her in amazement for most of the time. After my visit with her, I proceeded to make my long trip to my room; the pain was intense! I finally made it back and was famished. I requested for a lunch menu only for the nurse to tell me that I had been placed on a liquid diet; because my blood pressure was fluctuating between being too high and being normal. I literally felt like crying and screaming at the top of my lungs. After coming back to myself, I ordered chicken broth and juice (*rolls eyes*).

My blood pressure kept fluctuating and the doctors wanted to monitor me closely plus my daughter was still in the NICU. So my discharge date was up in the air. I kept praying that everything will normalize so that I could get out of the hospital ASAP. I had the most amazing nurse, she would give me extra supplies: diapers, formula, female items, etc. One day she came to check on me and noticed that I didn't look too happy, she asked if I had eaten and I told her that I was still on a liquid diet. She was the one that advocated for me to be put on a regular diet, and the doctor agreed. She was God-sent!

I was admitted into the hospital on a Tuesday morning, technically after a C-section I should be free to go home three days after delivery. The doctor was reluctant to discharge me even after my daughter was discharged from the NICU (Friday). I was ready to GO!!! I didn't enjoy my time at the hospital, the constant checking of my blood pressure and giving of medications made it hard for me to rest. And when my daughter was placed in my room, I caught a glimpse of mother...feeding every 2 hours, frequent diaper changes, etc. I WANTED MY MOMMY!!!

The doctor finally discharged me on Saturday evening; with instructions to monitor my blood pressure regularly and to return to the hospital in a couple of weeks. FREE AT LAST!!!

Or so I thought....

With lots of love,



- Bunmi Adebiyi


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