The pain just kept getting worse and my hands felt like they were on fire. Literally a miserable pain. I kept my hands in a bucket of ice because that was the only relief. But, I had to keep taking them out because they were getting so cold. I finally broke down and cried. I didn’t even cry for the first 38 hours of labor, but these jalapenos were kicking my butt.
The hubs ordered me into the car to go to Urgent Care. We got there at 7:59pm. They closed at 8. And they wouldn’t see me. I was standing outside the door, with my bucket of ice and I cried some more. From all the stuff I read online, it seemed that getting morphine was the only thing that took away some peoples serious pain. I just didn’t want to go to the ER. The ice totally numbed my hands, but withing 1 minute of being out, the pain was raging. I figured if I could keep my hands in ice for the 12-24 hours they say the pain last, I would make it.
So that’s what I did. All.Night.Long.
I drank wine through a straw, my sis fed me cookies and I soaked, soaked, soaked. Then I slept in a chair with my precious ice bucket.
When I woke up this morning (after the hubs having to get my pj’s on and not washing my face) I was feeling better. Tingly and numb (possibly from frostbite), but better. But there are still oils on your hands that could spread, so I’m rocking tube socks and am terrified to touch my babies. You know how weird it is to type with socks on your hands?