*Read Part 01 HERE*
As I slid down to the floor to dress Lydia for the first time I was hit with a dizzy spell and became flushed. I sat quietly on the floor trying to compose myself and it felt like I had fallen asleep temporarily, complete with strange dreams but I had in fact passed out for 30 seconds. When I came to I continued what I was doing for several minutes and then proceeded to pass out for another 30 seconds and snap back like nothing happened. This concerned my attendants and they decided to call me an ambulance in case it was related to blood loss (don’t worry it wasn’t but better safe than sorry). When they related the swift birth, the woman on the phone attempted to instruct one of my attendants on how to clamp the cord etc, before she was able to relay that the baby was fine and that her concern was over me in regards to the fainting. Once she was filled in that I had birthed some two hours ago she was confounded but that is to be expected since I’m sure it’s fairly rare for women to birth essentially unassisted in their home these days.
Anyways, an ambulance was dispatched but it was the firemen who arrived first. Suddenly my living room was filled with a bunch of strange men with me half-naked on the couch holding Lydia looking at them with an amused smirk. She was nursing and perfectly content and I had regained my color and was feeling fine. I answered all their goofy questions made to determine my state of mind. One observed that I was fully aware and very calm for someone who birthed so quickly. Once the ambulance arrived I went through a similar questioning period and they asked for specific details of the birth which was given by my attendants as they loaded me up on the gurney. Lydia stayed against me the entire time and we were covered in a bunch of blankets for the journey.
Once inside the ambulance, they monitored my blood pressure and heart rate and gave me a hep lock to be more efficient once in hospital if I needed and I.V, which I allowed but made it very clear nothing else was to be injected into me without my express permission and they acknowledged that. They tried to convince me I needed an I.V for hydration at first and I told them I would simply drink water and piss it out like a normal person like I had already after the birth and they couldn’t argue with that. The gentleman who was observing the laptop with my vitals on it remarked then that I was incredibly zen and that nothing was abnormal. They had taken my placenta from the fridge to bring to be assessed and my attendants made sure they were notified that a piece was missing, not due to retention but due to me consuming it and their expressions were hilarious! They asked me about it again while driving to the hospital and I told them I ate a chunk of it raw in a smoothie like an animal with a completely stoic face and they weren’t quite sure how to process that! Haha! I’m so funny.
Once at the Royal Alex, they brought me into post-partum care where I was to wait to be assessed. I was assigned a wonderful nurse who looked after me the entire time I was there, which quite a few hours because they wanted to observe me and were deliberately slow in getting everything sorted out. Meanwhile I just rested in bed enjoying Lydia and the blissful feelings I was having despite the impromptu travelling. I knew everything was fine so it was just a matter of time before I would go back home and truly relax. I allowed them to draw some blood to check my hemoglobin levels but even the nurse I was assigned assured me that the fainting spells were very normal for having what they call a precipitous birth. The sudden loss of fluids from the bag of waters, the baby, the placenta, and the normal lochia blood loss can shock the body. Most women who have similar births as me experience something of the sort. My blood loss was determined normal but when the individual who was supposed to perform a vaginal exam came to inspect me that’s when I started to panic.
Something I have been reluctant to mention after Leo’s birth is the deeply ingrained feeling of violation I felt after forceps were used on me, which played a large part of the PPD and PTSD I suffered after the event. The damage they caused to my genitals was ghastly and I had much difficulty healing emotionally and not just physically from the ordeal. This has affected my sex life considerably for a long time because of it but my gentle and patient husband helped me move past that as much as I was able to. When they wanted to perform a vaginal examination at the hospital I immediately froze and started exhibiting many of the symptoms of flight/fight for the first time during this birth and my attendant could sense it since she took her hand in mine and told me to squeeze. I allowed them to examine me for a few minutes but it was all I could tolerate and told them it was enough.
I knew that I hadn’t torn and I felt perfectly fine on the inside as well. The only discomfort I had was muscle soreness from stretching. The obstetrician was concerned that if I had any internal tearing that it would have to be repaired immediately because they refuse to do so 24 hours after a birth due to the risk of infection (she could not explain to me how exactly the risk of infection they could introduce would rise over the next few hours but I felt it was just a scare tactic to get me to comply which I simply ignored). They also tried to convince me they needed to confirm that there was no tearing but I assured them I knew what that felt like since I had second degree tears from leo’s birth and stitches on the inside as well and that I knew the difference. I assured them that I was more comfortable with healing any possible tears naturally anyways and at this point they realized I would not be swayed so agreed to discharge me then, against their recommendations mind you.
I then had to sign all sorts of discharge papers as well as register Lydia’s birth which didn’t take too long and then wait for the okay to leave. The only concern I had was for my son who was left at home still sleeping through the entire hullaballoo with friend’s of the family looking over him. I was worried that he would wake up without me there and would panic, especially since his Dad was not around but he was in bed up to when we finally arrived back home. He awoke not ten minutes after we arrived to finally meet his baby sister finally. At first he was shy but soon could not give her enough kisses and hugs.
That day we left for the Lapointe’s to stay a week in their home and be pampered for my babymoon. With my husband gone with work I was alone to care for myself post-partum and two children under 3, which was ambitious to say the least. Luckily for me they generously offered to take care of us while we adjusted and I healed from the birth. The after-pains were pretty intense as my uterus shrank back into place and only needing to sit and nurse while everything else was taken care of was wonderful. It was a great way to start our life together as a family of four now. However it took a few days to get a hold of my husband to even notify him of the birth!