Well, maybe it was the surprise aspect that gave it undue significance, but for me postpartum discomforts rivaled the partum. While not horrendously uncomfortable once fastened, the fastening of same was something my surgery-depleted self seemed unable to manage. Here, my husband came to my rescue and we established bonds more intimate than even the delivery room had brought. It wasn ' t worth it, really. Bring sanitary pads with you to the hospital.
Books say the bleeding can last for as little as two or as many as six weeks.
If memory serves, the next phenomenon I was unexpectedly subjected to was the postpartum uterine cramp. Well, the second night in the hospital, after my morphine drip was discontinued, I was introduced to the uterine cramping and the delivery of my milk simultaneously. The levels of my pain tolerance had been breached. My breasts felt as though they ' d been attacked by two enormous rock-bearing aliens determined to stretch my breast tissue to breaking, and then my abdomen was concomitantly seized with cramps as bad as any I ' d experienced in labor. Meanwhile, because of the incision, it was difficult to move in any fashion but gingerly.