Ok here.
Ha!
Just kidding... That's the light above my hospital bed and my finger.
Here is my belly package-
(I am wearing panties, lovely postpartum disposable ones, but you may see my blistered healing thighs in the background. I hope this picture isn't too inappropriate.)
Before the belly package my tummy was held together by a wound vac. They packed the wound with black foam, covered everything in plastic-torture tape, and then stuck a little vacuum in it. The vacuum sucks everything together and helps things heal without infection. It works well on most patients. Not so much with me... Because I had pockets of "sluff" that needed to be cleaned out. Sluff is yellowish-brownish dead skin stuff that can turn to infection.
The doctors never said I had a real infection-- that means fever and antibiotics. I did have lots of pockets of puss and dead skin.
I have pictures of my wound and pictures from when I had a wound vac, but I can't post them... They're way too gross.
Having a big open wound on my belly really freaks me out. Many people in my family think it's cool. Even Jakob watched a dressing change yesterday. I won't let my other kids see it yet.
This morning I took a shower and rinsed my wound with the moveable shower head. They have been trying to get me to do that for the past few days and I just couldn't. Ughhh. It wasn't that bad this morning, but still makes me really nervous and a bit freaked out.
You don't have feeling deep inside a wound, so it doesn't hurt. You can feel scrubbing and tugging and pressure, so it doesn't feel good when they clean stuff. The worst for me is still the tape.
I think I have a bit of post traumatic stress disorder. I'm super sensitive to pain. When they are ripping the tape from my skin for dressing changes I want to scream. The adhesive remover doesn't seem to work- unless someone is willing to go super slowly.
Life, at home, with a new baby, and two sweet mothers caring for me, is wonderful!!
So nice to be home!!
I love my visiting nurse.
Love my little walker and my big bag of urine.
This morning Eve greeted me with, "Hi mom! Is that pee?" Sweet girl.
I don't love my open wound-- but it is something I can totally do.
I can do this!
Gratefully...
Life is good!!
4 comments:
Holy Moly!!! You are just about THE bravest gal ever! ...all with the greatest and warped sense of humor!
Keep on keepin' on --- looks like you are doing great! ❤
Way to go! Healing, home with family, support and a beautiful baby boy, wonderful. Happy for you:)
I stumbled upon your blog today and I don't know of you will see this comment, but I had to say I had percreta with my 6th child, and ended up with that dreadful wound vsc.....and i had the danger problem you did!!!! They couldn't understand why it wouldn't work for me, why everything kept dying inside....and yet they kept pushing it!!!! Thankful for my visiting nurse who said after a month and many surgeries later that this was NOT working and we needed to find something else. You are thefirst person i have heard of with same problem, all others i have heard from had nothing but fabulous experiences with the wound vac. Anyways thanks for sharing your story, its bringing me down memory lane for my june 2010 percreta adventure.
I stumbled upon your blog today and I don't know of you will see this comment, but I had to say I had percreta with my 6th child, and ended up with that dreadful wound vac.....and i had the same problem you did!!!! They couldn't understand why it wouldn't work for me, why everything kept dying inside....and yet they kept pushing it!!!! Thankful for my visiting nurse who said after a month and many surgeries later that this was NOT working and we needed to find something else. You are thefirst person i have heard of with same problem, all others i have heard from had nothing but fabulous experiences with the wound vac. Anyways thanks for sharing your story, its bringing me down memory lane for my june 2010 percreta adventure.
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