My surgery was scheduled for 7:30 am on Aug 1st, which meant I needed to be at the hospital at 5:30am. My mother in law came over to watch Thing #4 as we had dropped Thing #3 off at my dads the night before, and Thing #2 was away with my mom.
I arrived at the hospital ready to take on the world, not knowing what was about to be ahead of me. Emotions started to set in once I realized there was no possible way I was going to be able to give them a damn urine sample, and that until I did my surgery would not take place. Thankfully my doctor heard me and asked if there was any chance I was pregnant. I flat out said, "If there was I'd be in big trouble since my husband and I cannot have any more kids." So, she asked if that was a no and I told her it was, so immediately they had a nurse come in and start my IV and the doc went over a few things with my husband, they shot me up with some anti anxiety meds, and took me immediately away. I panicked slightly as I kissed my husband goodbye, realizing how quickly it was all happening.
I remember staring up into the cold, sterile OR room listening to everyone bustle around me getting me prepped, strapping my arms down and telling me take several deep breaths, and that was it.
Waking up from surgery is not my strong suit, and of course I become so unbelievably nauseated that they had to administer 3 different kinds of anti-nausea meds, and of course the last one made me so tired I was having even more of a harder time. I remember them shoving an ipad in my face showing me my nurse that would be taking care of me when I went upstairs to my room. I grumbled and told them I just wanted to wake up and I wanted my husband.
I didn't get to spend much time with my husband since I was so out of it and wanted to sleep. He made the phone calls to our family letting them know I was ok and trying to rest. He said he wanted to stay but his mom was having such a difficult time with Thing #4 and that he was refusing to eat anything (he was a breastfed only baby, and now his meal was away from him for 3 days). I told him to go home and take care of him, and I'd try to call him later.
I don't remember a whole lot the first night besides pain and being sick to my stomach. I know that I could hardly keep myself awake when they took me for my upper GI the next morning. I felt like I had narcolepsy, I would just pass out at random moments, including when they were having me do the God awful barium swallow. Everything had looked good so they removed my catheter, the IV pain meds, the leg compressions and told me that I would start to feel better and that I needed to start taking fluids by mouth and start walking.
I had many texts, phone calls and facebook messages. I tried to return as many as I could but I still just wanted to rest. My husband said that Thing #4 was doing very poorly and he would not eat anything. He wouldn't take any of the breast milk, formula, water, nothing. I was getting so depressed because I had to sit in the hospital and just pump and dump my milk, all I wanted was for him to bring him down to be with me.
I had some great nurses while I was in the hospital and I am very thankful for that. I felt very taken care of and I really appreciated that. I need to make sure I send a thank you card to them. My one nurse even cleaned out my breast pump stuff after I would pump, she was truly an angel.
Sunday morning the resident came in early and told me everything looked good and that they'd take out my drain and I could go home. Boy that was the WEIRDEST feeling when she pulled that out. I didn't know what to anticipate but THAT was not what I imagined. However I was just glad I didn't have to go home with it. My father in law came to pick me up and I was just so glad to be home.....
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