The ER doc (extremely good looking btw- which is just my luck and just soo typical) checked me after the standard two hour wait (where [naturally] a gun shot victims and a heart attack went ahead of me…) and the paperwork and vital checks.
To be laying on your stomach with your butt in the air (propped up by pillows I might add) on a narrow bed in a crowded ER with only flimsy drapes between you and the next person is not exactly my (or I do believe anybody’s) idea of fun!
Baby boy was getting antsy and hungry in the stroller and all I wanted to do was scoop up his tiny one month old body (still only weighing like the average newborn) take him home, snuggle and feed him all night and forget about this nightmare.
Unfortunately with this level of pain, it was impossible to forget and no matter how embarrassed and uncomfortable I was I was willing to do anything for the pain to go away (or at least lessen).
It was pretty clear from the start that this doctor’s specialty was NOT obstetrics or gynecological- he clearly stated that I needed surgery but to go through my own perinatal specialist, who would probably refer me to a perineum surgeon-
even if he took one look at the baby and then at me exclaiming “birth injury”!
The best he could do was stitch me up but he warned me that stitches would only be a quick fix, a “band aid” and temporary solution for the “outer layer” since these tears were too deep and would most likely require surgery in the end (just great…)
He still let me suffer through a CT scan (just to be sure there wasn’t any internal bleeding, cysts, masses or polyps etc.) while the nurses fought over holding my cute infant son!
I left the ER after several hours actually probably feeling in more pain (if that is even possible) than when I came…
No wound care or “sitz baths” would do make me feel better either…
My months long journey of pain (while taking care of 4 kids, six and under) had only just started…