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Originally posted by TexLex
Thanks. I had low BP problems during c-s last time (normally ~100/70). Not nice and not fun for Mr. Lex to watch either, though who really cares about him? This time I warned them ahead of time and they handled it well and the c-s was relatively pleasant. Unfortunately (and I had no idea this was possible, but...), about 7-8 days later it shot up to a crazy 170/100 which was the start of my fun hospital marathon. The Drs would have loved to Dx me with postpartum preeclampsia (again, no idea this existed), but the HBP was the only symptom so they couldn't.
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Heh. I had some low blood pressure, too. Normally I'm 110 over 60 or so, but at one point it dropped to something like 50 over 35. I'm not sure George Washington's blood pressure is that low, and he's been dead for 200 years. Alarms went off and stuff, but I didn't pass out or even feel particularly lightheaded, and all was fine. Go figure.
I got an epi, but they took it out after 5 hours, saying I wasn't progressing fast enough, despite being fully dilated and having contractions every 2 minutes like clockwork. So away went the epi and in came the pitocin. 13 hours of unmedicated active labor later, there was trepidation kid. I half considered suing the shit out of all of them - on the recommendation of a couple of obgyns, actually, who were horrified. Epis rock.
Breastfeeding sucks, however. Once you toughen up it's fine, even nice, but the first 6 weeks or so - oh, damn that fucking sucks. The fucking lactation nazis with their "oooh, its
natural" shite don't tell you that. I think the only reason I didn't quit was that I was too tired and hormonal to think of it at the time, but overall, even having worked it out eventually, I think quitting would have been the wiser move given how much everyone involved suffered for a couple of months. I now have 0 tolerance for anyone who speaks of formula feeding with even a hint of disparagement.
Fortunately, having started off in the A crowd chestwise, and never, at my biggest, getting past what might be generously called a C, the return-trip shrinkage didn't really cause much saggage. Though it did cause some. They actually lie rather more naturally now, come to think of it. Now, my sister started off as a C and sounds like she had the dtb experience without the fortunate end result. I've heard hilarious stories of how each of her boobs was larger than the baby and she looked like she had elephantitis, she couldn't get the baby to latch on because it was scared of the huge, veiny things, she was pumping an extra 10-12 ounces every time she fed the baby (before her milk actually came in), stories of nearly drowning the baby (who would get hosed down when he decided he was finished). And now, of course, they're hangin' 'round her knees. She and her husband are saving up to have them hauled back up to her ribcage.
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