I'm *furious.*
I really didn't feel this way at first, but now... I am so angry. I'm angry that my midwives didn't see a red flag when my baby had lost more weight by her two week checkup. I'm angry that they didn't say anything when, at 3 weeks I had to come in for problems with my stitches, and put her on the scale, she still hadn't gained. Or at my 6 week. Seriously... they NEVER said that her lack of weight gain was a concern, just kept advising me to give her hindmilk. Yeah? How about ANY milk?
I'm angry that my doctor didn't say anything either, and wound up recommending I take her to a frickin' energy healer instead of giving her some formula and getting her tested for metabolic disorders.
I'm angry that I had massive internal swelling at the site of my stitches, which responded to antibiotics, but my midwife had told me was "Just the way I am now," that it was normal, and that it might go down in six months. "You had a big baby," she said. IT IS AN INFECTION!
I'm angry that when I discussed it with her, she did not remember that I'd had stitches in my vaginal wall and did not believe me when I told her that I had. I'm angry that she made me trek all the way into her office again today to prove that the MASSIVE SWELLING which is presenting with sharp, shooting pains through my pelvis, wasn't just a yeast infection. I'm angry that she is trying to tell me now it is from bacterial vaginosis, when I first showed her this swelling weeks and weeks before she diagnosed me with vaginosis. (Which, apparently I do have NOW. But I did not have THEN.) I'm angry that even now, she maintains that this swelling is not related to any stitches I may have had post-birth. Right. The swelling just... yanno.. magically appeared. I can't believe that she would shrug her shoulders and say she just *doesn't know* how I got such an infection. It's not rocket science; infections happen when you sew people up and cut bits of them off! (Did I mention that they actually cut off a flap of skin from my vaginal wall when they were stitching me? Fun! She doesn't remember that! I DO!)
I'm angry that she claims to "trust birth" so much, but she doesn't trust at all my knowledge of my own body. I'm angry that I would come to her with something so clearly wrong with me, and she'd tell me this is my new normal, that nothing would ever be the same "down there," and that I shouldn't worry about it.
I am positively *furious* that all along with both of these things, I was concerned and kept raising my concerns, and kept getting brushed off. I'm angry at myself that I wasn't pushier, especially on behalf of my baby girl. I wish I'd gotten this infection dealt with sooner as I'm now actually concerned that it could effect my fertility. (Infection raging for the past 4 weeks!)
Now that I'm finally on some antibiotics that aren't making me horribly sick, and my baby is getting supplements and gaining weight... wtf am I supposed to do with all this anger?
(Bella has gained EIGHT OUNCES since Friday.)