Before I became a mom, I often heard my friends who had already given birth share their tales filled with horror about childbirth and postpartum life. “You’ll never get a good night’s sleep again,” they would warn. “Your intimate life will turn into a task,” they lamented. “Your breasts will look totally different,” they sighed. Yet, amidst all their unsolicited advice and experiences, none of them ever mentioned the brutal reality of having a bowel movement after a C-section. Not a single one thought it important to share what it feels like to go eight days without pooping while managing a crying newborn in a bouncy seat beside you. This is crucial information I desperately needed!
When my son was delivered via an emergency C-section, the last thing on my mind was the state of my bowels. My body had endured a lot to bring that little one into the world, and my focus was on pain relief and nursing rather than on my digestive system. After receiving 11 bags of IV fluids in the OR, my feet resembled sausages, and I was so exhausted that I literally dozed off in my dinner on the second night at the hospital.
Once we returned home, my life quickly became a whirlwind of sore nipples, deep fatigue, and incoherent babble due to a colicky baby. Before I knew it, eight days had gone by, and I still hadn’t had a bowel movement. Anxiety started to creep in. As a first-time mother, I called my OB’s office, and the nurse reassured me that it’s normal for bowel function to take some time to return after a C-section. She suggested I use a stool softener, relax, and let nature do its thing. As I hung up, the nurse whispered, “Good luck and Godspeed,” which should have been my first indication that I was in for a challenging experience.
When I finally felt the urge to go, I gathered my newborn, the bouncy seat, my phone, diapers, and nearly everything else from my diaper bag to set up a base camp in the bathroom. I anticipated a lengthy process and wanted to be ready. I positioned my son in his bouncy seat, pulled down my pants, and sat down with less dignity than one might expect.
Then came the cramps—intense and relentless—as my intestines worked hard to push out what felt like boulders. I bent over, drenched in sweat, and prayed for a swift end. It felt like a divine joke as I writhed on the toilet. The combination of recovering from a C-section and the strain of pushing something the size of a lemon out of an opening the size of a Brussels sprout made the situation excruciating.
But I was determined. As my son screamed from his bouncy seat, the cacophony of my struggles and his demands echoed off the bathroom walls. I worried that my neighbors might call the authorities because I suddenly remembered that the bathroom window was wide open, letting the world in on my chaotic situation.
In a moment of desperation, I wiped my brow, waddled awkwardly to my bedroom, and grabbed a throw pillow. Back on my throne, I hugged the pillow to my abdomen and let out a primal scream as I unleashed a torrent of pent-up frustration into the toilet. It felt like a victory as I heard the undeniable thud of my efforts hitting the water. Sweet relief washed over me.
I survived my first post-C-section bowel movement, a rite of passage into motherhood. With exhaustion setting in, I crawled to my son and nursed him while realizing that an entire afternoon had slipped away during this ordeal. My husband arrived home, took in the scene, and offered to order takeout. I looked at him, raised an eyebrow, and said simply, “I don’t give a shit.”
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In summary, the journey of a new mother is filled with unexpected challenges, and the experience of pooping after a C-section is one that many are unprepared for. It’s both a physical and emotional struggle that underscores the chaotic beauty of motherhood.