Sometimes life does not go as planned, one has certain ideas of how life should be based on previous experiences or dreams and ideals. Although I normally do not do personal posts I decided to share some of what has been happening behind the scenes the past month. An experience that I like to refer to as my Grey’s anatomy moment.
Today, exactly one month ago we welcomed our little princess into the world. She is absolutely perfect and has the most beautiful hair! I was discharged from hospital three days after the c-section with baby and I in perfect health, but that evening I started feeling odd. I was nauseas and realised the pain medication was not working quite as well as it had before. Baby was also not feeding well at all throughout the night.
Whilst my husband (a doctor himself) took little manny to school. I woke up in severe pain and went to comfort the princess who was fussing in her cot, but found that it took all my strength to pick her up and walk with her to the tv room. My vision was blurry from pain – I knew I had to get to a hospital. I managed to phone my hubby who arrived home five minutes later.
We called our gynae who told us to come to the rooms immediately. On arrival I was not able to walk anymore but my hubby had found a wheelchair to push me into the rooms. The doctor took one look at me and immediately admitted me to the ICU and ordered some tests be done. Baby was taken care of by the lovilee receptionist of the doctor whilst hubby rushed me to the hospital across the road from the rooms.
On arrival at the hospital I was again carted in with a wheelchair in incredible pain that felt like it was consuming my whole body every time we bumped over a tile on the floor… and here is where my memory gets fuzzy…
My Grey’s anatomy moment
I have no idea how I got from the wheelchair onto the bed or how I got into the hospital clothes, what I do remember is opening my eyes and seeing doctors and nurses working like crazy to get drips in, blood pressures done, physical examinations and more. It was the perfect Grey’s anatomy moment, one of those that I have seen on tv plenty of times. The scary thing was that it was me lying on the bed. All I thought was that this could not be my time to die, I had a four day old baby, a four year old and a hubby, I wanted to live! I heard one of the doctors saying that there was no time for tests… I needed to get to theater right away. I saw my hubby’s face in between all of this and knew something big was wrong. The anesthetist spoke saying that everything was going to be fine, I was in good hands…
I heard the voice of one of the nurses telling me to wake up and I tried desperately to open my eyes but I was just not able to, the effects of the anesthetics had not worn off as yet. When I finally managed to open my eyes, I was told that I was going to be ok, but that my hands and feet were bound so that I could not pull the huge pipe out from my throat. This was where I got most scared, I did not want to die. I was dozing off again but was awake most of that night, too scared to close my eyes and desperately wanting the pipe out from my throat. I wanted to talk… to say something… to do something…. anything. I was much relieved when it was removed the next morning!
My hubby explained to me somewhere throughout the night that I had emergency surgery to try and find the problem and origin of the pain. (We later found out that it was septicemia brought by me contracting a strep B bacteria). I had a full hysterectomy. I stayed in ICU for five days and another two in a normal ward. I was excited to be discharged and even though I had another one day stint in hospital and had to have fluid drained from my lung last week – I am glad to be able to now spend time at home with my family.
My aim with this post is not to be a drama queen, but to thank each and every person that prayed, supported and sent their love over the past month. There were people praying that I will never even meet in person, people whose prayers literally saved my life! Had I gotten to the hospital a mere few hours later there would have been no hope. My gynae, the doctors and nurses were amazing and my family, especially my mom was a pillar throughout it all. She had to take care of baby, try to figure out the whole bottle feeding thing and more. I am so blessed to have friends and family who bent over backwards to care.
Something that I have held onto throughout this whole ordeal is the following verse from Jeremiah 29:11
‘For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you, not to harm you. Plans to give you a hope and a future.’
May we be grateful for every person in our lives this Festive season, and aim to inspire and touch other’s lives with something #lovilee every day!
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