after having forceps resulting in a 4th degree tear (which is apparently quite rare) i had about 6 doctors come into the birth suite to have a look - it was exactly as you would see on grey's anatomy, where all the drs want to get a look in. then i had to go to theatre, was put in really high stirrups, spread-eagled with my bum in the air for an hour and a half being stitched up, just with the epidural, so i was well aware of everything happening.
then i had to have ultrasound physiotherapy on my stitches everyday to help them heal, so spend at least half an hour each day with my daks down, and an ultrasound wand being rubbed over my nether regions, and occasionally a nurse or 2 would come in while it was going on, what a lovely sight that must have been.
while lying on my side having physio with extremely weak pelvic floor muscles, i found out its really hard to keep farts in, especially when you have been trying to overdose yourself on fibre (ie metamucil 3 times daily and allbran for breakfast).
because i had trouble breastfeeding, i was trying to express between each feed attempt, so i had a breast pump hanging off each boob like i was a cow, and visitors kept turning up while i am sitting there with my boobs out. fun.
then at my 6 week post partum check, the OB needed to check to make sure that everything was healing up correctly, including my sphincter valve which also tore slightly during birth. so on top of having a pap smear i also had a finger up my bum.
i also had to have more physio after leaving hospital - the physio watched (ie knickers down legs spread) while i did my pelvic floor exercises to make sure i was using the right muscles.
i think thats about it for now.
oh...i am having a caesar this time. do you blame me?!