To Those Dealing With Life's Mess- You Are Not Alone

Disclaimer Please be advised that the following article has details and description surrounding surgery and childbirth which some people may find upsetting. I lay on the operating table as nurses and doctors buzzed around me. One male nurse stayed with me. I had had an epidural, a top up and then when it failed to numb the necessary, a got a spinal tap. Although I couldn’t feel my feet, or much else for that matter, I began to feel a burn. They had retrieved my son from my stomach. The hard part was over. They had wrapped him and gave him to my husband. I had even fed him whilst lying there open to the room full of people. But I knew something wasn’t right. I was there far too long. The female doctor who had performed the caesarean looked panicked. They nodded to each other from across the carnage that was my belly and one went and picked up the phone. I was surprisingly calm. Maybe it was the drugs? Maybe it was shock. But I remember feeling very clear