Emma is 16 days old and I’m getting to grips with limited and interrupted sleep.
I’m getting to grips with breast feeding and being peed on and explosive projectile poo.
I’m getting the hang of this mothering business.
After having Emma, I was told I had to take Iron tablets, as well as antibiotics (2 lots!) and the many pain relief tablets, not to mention daily injections to prevent DVT and PE (for the next 6 weeks!)
It was a pretty easy labour and birth (thanks to my epidural) however I lost a litre of blood. Which is apparently quite a lot to lose. However months and months of taking prenatal vitamins meant that my iron stores were very good and despite losing a litre of blood my iron count was still 10.9 after delivery.
Even though my iron count was still pretty good, I had to take the iron tablets (standard if your level is 12 or lower it seems) and then have a follow up blood test 2 weeks after the birth.
I had my blood test yesterday morning. This morning my doctors surgery sent me a text message asking me to make an appointment as my results showed a B12 deficiency which required further injections for me.
People may complain about the NHS, but that’s pretty good going, having a blood draw yesterday and then getting the results back the very next day.
I don’t like the fact that I have to have more injections, or the fact that if my body doesn’t manage the deficiency and resolve itself then i’ll be on these injections for the foreseeable future.
My pregnancy at the start was OK, the sciatica was a bitch, the middle it got a bit more difficult, what with the increased sciatica and the itching, and by the end I could hardly walk on most days, my skin was scabby from the blood I’d drawn scratching my itches and I was ready to be a mother, ready to stop vein pregnant.
Labour? Well, they reckon that you don’t remember the pain. Ha! It’s 2 weeks on and it’s still fresh and clear in my mind. I certainly won’t be forgetting it and neither will I be in any hurry to experience it again.
The best part of my labour was the moment my epidural was cited and the pain went away. The gas and air was pretty awesome too.
By the end of it, I had this pretty awesome teeny weeny bundle of amazingness.
She’s worth every pain and medicine and cringey moment where I have to inject myself.
Still not too happy about the B12 deficiency though.