My incision opened up again. This time in an entirely different spot and thankfully, smaller. By the way, when I saw “opened up” it’s not a gaping wound, it’s small but opened non the less. Have you ever had dry socket or an opened wound? You know that feeling when air hits it? That’s the best way to describe the pain. It should heal on it’s own (with cleaning). I don’t understand that, but here’s to hoping!
Or your prayers would be nice.
I’ve barely done anything to cause this tearing. However, we do own the basement of our house, which means I climb stairs when I want to use the kitchen or leave. So I use them a lot. I’ve only used the stroller for a few walks and when we would go shopping but that is it walking wise, because that does still hurt to do.
Anyways, my healing time is going to be a bit longer than I thought. I won’t be doing crunches any time soon ;) I have another doctors appointment tomorrow to check it out.
Another prayer request is for me as I finish writing the birth story. I’ve been kind of apathetic and not wanting to deal with my emotions, how I am feeling about everything that happened and what I am going through. See, I have been in the process of writing it since week 2 of Chase’s life. I’ve written the facts and the timeline of the labor and I’m now adding my emotions with it all. It’s hard to find the words to describe what I was going through during that time.
This is written on the front of my journal. It perfect.
You may not understand what I am talking about right now. Why is this such a big deal? I can’t explain it but it’s almost as though I am mourning a dream I had. I am also working through some of the questions and struggles I have with God regarding this.
Some of you have voiced your curiosity of the birth story and I will be posting it as soon as it is finished. It’s mostly for me to process what we went through, but I do want to share with you. I want to keep you apart of this journey, especially if you’ve watched it from day one.