Prolapsed Womb, Prolapsed Bladder, Prolapsed Bowels & Prolapsed Instintics
Jesus Christ, what I day I had yesterday.. I’ve got some news from my gynaecologist all right.
Yep, you’ve guessed this was the result of having 3 children in 5 years, one huge episiotomy and not following my gut instinct!
That is what I actually would like to drive your attention to.
Every time in my life that I ignored my very strong and faithful instinct I had something drastic happen to me, which I later regretted deeply.
First one I can really recall was a day out when I was 15 years old with my sister and a group of friends to the Playcenter in Sao Paulo. I wasn’t up to it for no apparent reason, just didn’t feel right to go. I just ignored and thought c’mon you lazy bugger get off you bum and let’s go out and have some fun.
Few hours later I was being rushed to hospital after a very bad car crash which left me temporarily immobilized from my waist down and if it wasn’t for my reflex of taking my arms to cover my eyes to protect (and take in) all the glass that shatter from the passenger window I would be most definitely blind right now.
Anyway many years of trauma to overcome in order to be able to learn to drive and some scaring on my arm but apart from that nothing too much to worry about now. I am a good driver now, by-the-way=> if you see me in the road just run for your life, kidding!
Same thing with this prolapsed group of organs that decided to gang up on me after the birth of my last child. With Marcus (my 2nd) I just knew I was not supposed to have an epidural and by God I didn’t want to. The thing was that Julia was an emergency caesarean session after 24 hours of labour. She got so distressed that within 5 minutes of her little heart trace being flat, she was out. Gorgeous, healthy pooing all over.
With Marcus I wasn’t having any of the scary stuff that all the doctors were giving me. It was a very difficult pregnancy, I had an excessive amount of water (forgot the condition’s name now), nearly lost him few times, etc, etc, etc. So I was being induced and the word was that 1st of all Mrs Rodrigues, natural delivery after a previous c-session are very rare and very few woman can manage, 2nd of all your pregnancy had many increased risks attached to it and finally the pain of the contractions when you are induced are magnified by 10 times fold, so you really need to take an epidural if you want to give your best shot at delivering your baby naturally.
Ok, under a lot of pressure I gave in. But I can close my eyes and still feel the certainty in me that I shouldn’t for some reason.
I had ‘induced myself’ to 3 centimetres of dilation over he course of 3 weeks prior to the date scheduled for them to induce me with various natural methods from reflexology to raspberry leaves tea, and everything on earth you can think of.
They broke the waters (or the rivers in me), never saw anything like it in my life and the contractions got going. Everything was fine, myself and my baby were enjoying bouncing on our huge birth ball until the mighty anaesthetist came to put the dam epidural on.
Everything stopped, he couldn’t get it in, I had an awful feeling about it, He tried and he tried, poking me amidst my very painful contractions, I was still very brave and very good. Eventually he got it in.
Nothing happened, I could feel less and less of my legs but the contractions were that thick and strong and I was like, What on earth did you put this thing on for if I am still in pain?
He up the dosage over and over again and then I eventually said to the midwife and to my husband: “Something is really not right, I am…” I was actually dying, quite literally. I had a bad reaction to the high dosage he gave to me. For some reason my heart doesn’t take very well to drugs that act too fast on my system. I had a similar experience back in 2000 when hospitalised for 2 weeks to treat my chronic migraines. I was taking one drug called Cyclozine on the muscle for the sickness and after such a long time was so bruised and sore that I’ve asked the doctor to give me on the IV I had for the main treatment. I nearly had a heart attack, I actually started to have one but they reverted!
So after everyone panicking a bit (so my husband tells me) they manage to bring me back to consciousness and I was not having any more epidural. The anaesthetist said, I don’t understand because epidurals work 99,99% of the time and I answer him that I was the 0,01% left in the group and he shouldn’t ignore it.
I was left with no power in my legs so couldn’t move. Went through the whole labor with gas and air just fine, didn’t dye of it or anything (yes it was a killer of a pain with the inducing drugs), but I did it.
Time to push, pushed for 2 hours and nothing. Remember the bad feeling? It came loud and clear in my head why I shouldn’t have agreed to the epidural. Marcus was stuck and I needed (BADLY) to deliver him on all fours, I just knew he needed to rotate in order to come out and I needed to be in that position for him to come out.
Moral of the story; A very large episiotomy + ventouse + forceps = prolapsed organs few years later.
DO NOT IGNORE YOUR GUT FEELING. NOT ON YOUR PERSONAL LIFE, NOT FOR YOUR BODY SAKE AND MUCH MUCH LESS FOR YOUR BUSINESS!
If you are an entrepreneur YOU are your business. RESPECT YOUR INSTINCTS, ALWAYS.
Lot’s of love,
Sandra
In Joy With My Self
