I haven’t written anything for a while. This is due to a
combination of having a new job and actually spending time working instead of
blogging and that thinking back to this time in mine and Wynter’s life makes me
really sad and a bit angry. I’m going to try and write it down just for my own
benefit, but I might decide not to post this because it’s so depressing
compared to my usual stuff.
As you all know, Wynter was hard work compared with Elise,
she liked to be carried everywhere so when she was about 4 months old I started
to have a twinge in my back. I assumed I’d pulled something lugging her round and
carried on with my life. When it got worse I went the GP and was told to do
pilates. So I carried on with life. By week 3 of backache I couldn’t stand up
straight, the house stank of deep heat and Wynter was spending most of her time
with my mother in law because I was in too much pain to function. I was referred
to physios and prescribed painkillers, and then stronger painkillers and muscle
relaxants and nerve blockers until I was permanently as high as a kite and
wheelchair bound because I couldn’t stand up straight.
Certainly not able to cope with a tiny baby either
physically or mentally.
Poor Ste had to do all the housework, all the childcare and
work full time. I cannot stress how good he was, I take the piss out of him but
honestly, I wouldn’t have gotten through this all without his support.
It continued this way until just before Christmas, when I
woke up one Saturday morning and my legs wouldn’t work at all. I also had the
happy side effect of not being able to feel that I needed to pee- fortunately all
the kegels paid off and I managed not to piss the bed with my husband still in
it.
Emergency trip to hospital and transfer to the Neuro
hospital, long story short was that my labour had fucked my back and I needed
emergency surgery before my 3 ruptured discs completely crushed the nerves that
control my bladder, bowels, legs and sensation in the whole undercracker area.
Brilliant.
I spent a week in the Neuro Hospital following emergency
spinal surgery, poor Elise and Wynter got farmed out to my mum and mother in
law while Ste shuttled back and forth to the hospital, worked and attempted to
keep the house running.
I get released from the hospital with Oramorph and
instructions not to lift anything heavier than a brew. Wynter and Elise spend 6
weeks at my mums while I recover from surgery. By now I have started to get
blinding headaches, I can’t keep food down and begin to lose weight, I assume
it’s because of my back and take even more painkillers. The only thing that
eases the headaches is to lay flat…why is this you ask? Apparently the first
surgery left me with a hole in the covering of the spinal cord, the headache is
because the fluid that usually cushions the brain is leaking out of said hole
into my lower back.
So back to the neuro hospital I go. This time my surgery is
more intrusive and I have to spend the following week flat, in bed, in
hospital.
I had a funny reaction to the anaesthetic and woke up from
surgery fighting- you haven’t lived until a surgeon bellows “get the Ketamine
in her” about you.
Another fun point about staying in hospital- if you’re on
any type of painkiller they dose you with laxatives at every opportunity. I can’t
get out of bed….you see where I’m headed with this? By day 4 in bed I am
extremely uncomfortable and have stopped eating. Day 5 I drop off to sleep and
wake up looking like Spud in Trainspotting. I’m duly hosed off and my husband
arrives to find his wife wearing a hospital issue granny nightie and a nappy.
Fun fucking times.
The recovery from this surgery was actually easier than the
first and I was able to have the kids back home fairly soon after.
I’ve recovered as much as I’m going to now. I feel cheated
though, I missed so much of Wynter’s first year and I won’t ever get that time
back. Elise was incredibly brave, but she shouldn’t have to have been. It makes
me angry, even though there’s not really anyone to blame. Most of all I feel
guilty because I couldn’t be a proper mum to them for so long.
God, I’m a barrel of laughs aren’t I?