CAUTION: NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART TO READ !!
Well this morning I went in for my laproscopy. I was a lot more at peace with the idea of being in the hospital again than I thought I’d be but I am sure that having so many people praying for and with me that helped. Dean was with me before the surgery and we played a game together while we waited for me to be carted off, so that helped take the stress off too. My biggest fear of the day was the waking up from anesthesia part, and even that was better than I thought. Except just like when I had my tonsils out I woke up crying because it was kind of like waking up from a nightmare, I mean I hate drs, and waking up to a bunch of nurses around you and feeling immense pain is never a good thing to awaken to. So they gave me some good drugs that made it all better. I kept asking for Dean and at first they said I couldn’t see him because I just woke up, but I really wanted him to be there then. Then when I was more coherent and asked for him turns out he had gone to get lunch! So I had to wait a bit then made the nurses call our cell phone to tell him to come cause I needed to know he was there with me. At that point the pain had still not completely diminished.
But a little later I was doing much better and had finished off what seemed like a zillion cups of soda trying to quench a still unquenchable thirst while Dean and I played a game again. The dr came and told us what had happened during surgery, they had to take care of a medium sized cyst, not as small as most but not as big as big can get. And they removed some scar tissue from the c-section. But it wasn’t until I was about to be discharged that I realized more that had happened, and I am still not sure why, but I have 3 incisions not just one. I was told it would be a small incision by my belly button which is what I was prepared for, but the reason I was having so much pain is because I also have two other incisions closer to my scar from my c-section, I didn’t have the nerve to ask what that was about, I was more afraid to know than not to know. But I was not prepared at all to see three bandages instead of a small one. I will ask the dr more about that at my follow up appt.
So far I am doing okay today. The hardest part is knowing I can’t lift my son for a few days. Not only should I not but since I have 3 wounds instead of one it will be physically harder to hold our little squirm worm. But he did nap with me (only because Dean barricaded him w/ pillows since he loves to kick me in the stomach while he sleeps) for a little while, I made sure Dean made it so I could see his sweet little face, that made it a little easier on me. I missed him so much this morning and talked about him to any nurse available, he was my coping mechanism I guess, and my motivation to get out of the hospital quickly, and the nurses said I did a great job, but now that I am home things are getting harder.
I am a little upset with the hospital since I was only bandaged w/ bandaids and my one incision bleeds a lot more than one little band aid can cover, but I guess they thought it wouldnt be that bad, so who knows. So I had to send Dean out for some bandages or qauze, hopefully that will help. Luckily Dean is not squeamish, me I can handle blood and stuff but not as well if it is my blood! But other than that I really was impressed with the hospital staff and the hospital itself, I’ve never been to that hospital before and no one I told that I was going there had been either so I wasnt sure what to expect. After having such a bad experience of childbirth and even my tonsillectomy wasnt a great experience (I was 17 when I had that done), I am not thrilled about the thought of going to the hospital but today’s experience was a lot better than I thought. Well, I am impressed with myself for being so coherent , the drugs must be wearing off, which would explain that stabbbing pain….no seriously though, I probably wont update for a day or two, Dean is off and helping with the baby and a babysitter will be here Friday so Dean can go to work, so I am not sure if I’ll be allowed out of bed or not. Stacey came home from work and was ready to banish me to bed, but it’s not that easy to do, I didnt do it much after my c-section so I surely wont let a little outpatient surgery keep me in bed, but of course it’s nice to be waited on hand and foot too, so I may take advantage of it some, heck Dean even thought of using the baby monitor as my calling device so I can just lay in bed and have them on hand just a word, well mostly, if Caleb isnt keeping everyone preoccupied.
