So I haven’t posted for a while. Mainly because I didn’t have much to post about in the old exercise & eating clean/paleo department. The last week in August descended in to a “eat as many carbs as you possibly can” type scenario. On Sunday 31st August I went swimming and managed 40 lengths in the pool as it was so quiet. What I didn’t realise was that was to be my last exercise session before the arrival!
On 2nd September (1 day before my due date) my waters broke at 2.30am in the morning. It was a very different scenario to the birth of my daughter. My waters broke, I had a lot of pain in my back but I was very calm. I called my friends Hannah and Tom at 3am (god bless them!) and they came to sit in the house with Imogen. My OH and I went to hospital to get get me checked over, I fully expected to be told to go home, rest, take paracetamol etc and wait it out. But surprisingly they kept me in (even though I was only 2cm (I only got to 2cm when I was in labour with Imogen!))
My contractions then ramped up really quickly, all in my back! So I was glad to have my frozen tennis ball so OH could roll it round on my back (Drill a hole in a tennis ball, fill with water, seal (OH used some kind of bike tyre glue I think) then freeze. Then get someone to massage your back with it, utterly brilliant pain relief!!) I had sterile water injections (VILE! did not help either!) Then I has a shot of diamorphine, which helped. I tried some meditation which honestly helped and I tried my straw breathing too. I got to 4cm (further than last time).
Then they moved me to labour suite and I had gas & air and an epidural pretty quickly (gutted! had been determined not to have one this time!) but the pain in my back was excruciating, I got to 7cm and kept wanting to push even though the midwife said I was nowhere near ready. I kept dilating and got to 9cm, I thought I was odds on for the magic VBAC (Vaginal Birth After Cesarean) but at 9cm a doctor came to check me (mainly because I stopped dilating at 9cm) and decided the baby was way too high and in an awkward position, there was no way this baby was coming out naturally and we went straight to CSection, so after 17 hours of absolute agony, including a lot of swearing (which 1 midwife got offended by which I’m not being funny but my birth I’ll swear if I damn well like!) and begging for a Csection I fell at the final hurdle. TBH I had a feeling it would go that way and I’m annoyed at myself for not trusting my instinct and insisted on an elective Csection months ago.
Anyway at 8.35pm on 2nd September Alexander Archie was born weighing a hefty 9lb 3 (Although not as big as I thought it he might be!)
Recovery wise from the actual Csection I’m feeling ok, I’m sure keeping exercising helped. But I am experiencing a lot of other post-op symptoms that are really getting me down mentally. Food has become even more important. I am trying to eat as clean as possible. I am making use of my slow cooker to put things in for dinner that are clean while Alexander sleeps after a feed.
I am really struggling mentally with not doing much exercise. Csections take a fair while to recover from and the earliest I could potentially start exercising again is 6 weeks, but with the op etc I don’t think I’ll be back to doing what I was doing before this side of Christmas. I’ll be honest, it is driving me mental. Obviously I want to get my fitness back up but I feel like I am cooped up in the house and I get no mental break, I get no time to myself. I can’t drive, I can just about walk to Imogen’s school (0.3 miles away, hardly the biggest distance) and back and that is it! I’m not even allowed to push the pram for 6 weeks (yeah like I’ll wait that long!)
I’m not daft, I know I need to play the long game, but it is driving me nuts. Mentally I feel I want to get back in to it, but physically I am a good few weeks, even months away 😦