Later that evening, after getting some much needed sleep, I really needed to pee. I sat up, tried to stand up, but quickly realized it wasn’t going to work, and eased myself back into bed. I buzzed for the nurse and she quickly came in to help. As I sat in that tiny closet-sized bathroom the nurse peeked her head in to check on me. I noticed that her eyes froze and tripled in size when she saw how much blood I had lost. She calmly asked if I had been bleeding that much since the delivery.
Of course I had been bleeding that much. I mean look what had just come out of me! And isn’t it normal to bleed after you have a baby? She said I was losing too much blood and quickly got me back into bed. Another nurse came in and pricked my arm to get a few viles of blood. I couldn’t stay awake any longer; gravity yanked my eyes shut and I fell back asleep.
I woke up and felt like I was in an episode of ER. There was a doctor, a couple nurses, and my boyfriend, and they were all looking down on me. The light was so bright that it hurt to open my eyes. I remember the doctor saying he was giving me a drug that was equivalent to heroin. He shot it into my arm and the next thing I knew it was morning again.
When my boyfriend came back in the morning, I told him about this weird dream I had. I told him about the bright lights, the nurses, and all the talking I heard. Then I told him in my dream I was screaming at the top of my lungs. He looked at me with a frightened look on his face and said, “that really happened.” Then he proceeded to tell me what went on the night before.
I had several blood clots that needed to me removed because my uterus didn’t shrink back down the way it should have after the baby was born. I guess it was a pretty painful procedure and I could tell it wasn’t a funny matter by how horrified my boyfriend was. And that scared me because he could make anything a funny matter. But that wasn’t the end of my horrible experience. Little did I know there was more to come.
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