Wednesday, 5 April 2017

Yesterday was a hard day...

        


A hard day.

A tearful day.

I guess I knew there would be days like these. Days of disappointment and frustration. Days of questions. Days where it would be hard to reconcile truths I know in my head with a disappointed heart. Until yesterday, this hospital stay has felt remarkably joy-filled... Hard, yes. Not ideal, no. But an overwhelming sense of peace and joy and trust.

And then yesterday happened. I woke up at 4.45am... Another scare. We quickly assessed that the baby was fine, the bleeding had stopped. I breathed a sigh of relief.

And then came the cannula. 


Such a silly thing to get upset about, but the history is that cannulas and I do not get on. I have tiny veins, they use the biggest cannulas out there (they have to). And I find it hard to reconcile the pain and discomfort of having one hanging off me the whole time when each time they've been removed after three days without ever having been used.

They have long since given up trying to insert them themselves, anaesthetists are standard with my veins now. They are not friendly veins.

But from the second they put this one in, I knew there was something wrong. It was beyond uncomfortable and sent a shock of pain if I so much as moved my hand. I spent 45 minutes in tears before they capitulated and took it out. I sobbed as they removed it. It was agony.

Yesterday was not a good day.

The day was shrouded in dull cloud, exhaustion and recovery.

But as the day went on it got brighter. A visit from Dave and the girls; hot chocolates, cuddles and excited voices. An evening visit from one of my lovely NCT friends with laughter and chat. It was just what I needed.

And they never returned to replace the cannula.

Small mercies, but the Lord knows what I need... Time with my family, laughter with friends... And no cannulas.

Today is a new day.

Hallelujah.

8 comments:

  1. Praying for more cannula free days!

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  2. There will inevitably be difficult and tearful times/ days - it's when the reality of the situation that hits and the realisation it's going to be a long haul .... thanks for sharing so honestly - praying for you in the low moments and the happy ones.
    Jesus says, " come to me, all you who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest for your soul".

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  3. Hi Keep strong. Would love for you to read the blog Today I choose Joy. Read her blog from the beginning, I have no doubt it will encourage you greatly xx

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  4. If you need anything just ask Hun even a visitor xxx thinking of you XxxxxXxxxx

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  5. Awww I feel you! With baby Patrick they tried 3 times before getting anaesthetist and she did it with local anaesthetic. The pain when they tissued it, the tears and the scream and maybe yes a few sweary words! In obstetrics it's the biggest ones they have to use. Hope today is better for you. You've done very well to get this far. X

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  6. Praying for no more scares or, at the very least, cannula's with minimal pain. xXx

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  7. Hey Claire hope your ok. Sending hugs and best wishes for you all x

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