We were all up bright and early Monday morning. I was told I could take my pain meds with a light sip of water but unwilling to do anything that would tamper even slightly with my chances of having surgery, I skipped it. I was supposed to wash down the night before and morning of with antibacterial soap and the only thing I could find was hand pump foam soap from Bath and Body Works in a nice Green Tea scent. Not the same as Surgi-cleanse, but I had Craig change all of Leah’s poopy diapers just to be on the safe side.
We went to a surgical center instead of the main hospital and the nurse prepping me for surgery told me that she also has a 3 year old boy, had an ectopic pregnancy and just found out she was pregnant. We swapped stories and it helped take my mind off of the procedure. It was all very different from the last time- which was an emergency surgery and happened in the hospital. I was reliving that awful experience in my mind whenever someone stopped talking to me so thankfully the prep time was short. In case any of you have never had general anesthesia, they give you an i.v. and load it up with relaxants, pain meds, anti anxiety meds, and finally something to help you drift to sleep. I do remember nervously making some lame jokes in the surgical area and then I was out. The surgery last a little over an hour.
I was able to come home an hour or so later and even though I felt dizzy and nauseated, I never threw up. A neighbor came and sat with me while Craig ran for supplies at Whole Foods and I feel asleep a few times while she talked to me. The pain was such that it hurt to try and turn on the couch, and getting up to use the restroom is excrutiating. They fill your tummy with air to use the scopes and the air finds its way into your diaphragm and results in severe shoulder and chest pain along with the surgical pain. It was disconcerting to say the least, but more bearable than the misery of last week. I was actually able to sleep soundly last night and today am home chilling by myself, kept company by Craig’s laptop and more narcotics. I’m pretty sore again today, on the incision sites and across my entire abdomen. I think I conveniently forgot about this pain and the recovery period, and was planning a return to work on Wednesday. That isn’t going to happen, not unless I can take a 4 hour nap mid-day and work in a reclining position in my sweat pants with a heat pack on my tummy.
And did I tell you? All of this finally forced me to wean Leah against my will. I pumped and dumped literally hundreds of ounces while taking all of the different drugs that weren’t compatible with nursing and finally admitted to myself it was all too much. She nursed for the last time on December 23rd, her 6 month birthday. I should be proud of myself for meeting my six month goal but if this wouldn’t have happened I know I could have gone longer. I feel like we were both cheated. It’s just more hormones and emotion on top of what is already a frustrating situation.
Perhaps I should have stuck to a quilting post.