We're still in the hospital. After a c-section, insurance will cover 4 days' stay and I am still quite hobbled so I'm going to take whatever is available. The incision itself isn't too bad, except when I cough, laugh, or sneeze. My back aches from sitting around too much in unsupportive chairs, and possibly from the spinal too, so I have a hard time standing upright. I'm also ridiculously inflated. My belly is so full of air that it resonates like a drum when tapped on. I try to spend a decent amount of time walking around to help move the air out, but it's difficult and a bit painful. I have yet to see the incision- it's well below the inflated belly which blocks my view.
Maggie is turning out to be a fantastic nursling. She had no trouble latching from day one, even though we were advised to supplement a couple of times in her first 24 hours to keep her blood sugar from plummeting. C really liked having the chance to feed her the two bottles that she had, but I was a little disappointed and worried about the problems that could have resulted. But, everything is fine now. I think my milk is starting to come in already. Maggie wakes on her own every 2-3 hours to nurse, and manages to continue sucking even when she falls asleep mid-meal.
I'll write a bit about her birth story later, but want to mention now that the c-section was not the result of induction. My first thought when the midwives starting breaking the news to me that a c-section was be necessary was that I had fallen into the cascade of interventions that I've read so much about. In fact, being induced and having my water broken under controlled and closely monitored conditions may have saved Maggie's life. I cringe and cry when I think of what could have happened if my water had broken at home and I'd waited for labor to "start" before seeking medical care. Tuesday was a frightening and emotional day that I will never forget. I've experienced the two extremes of childbirth, and I'm glad this one didn't come first or there may not have been a second.