Good News

I made it through through surgery and am on my way to getting all healed up.  First of all, a big thanks goes out to my mom for being there to take me to the hospital and put up with me afterwards.  Not to mention that she did laundry, cleaned the house, and made some great meals.  Maybe I should have surgery more often...

I was really nervous the night before.  Not to mention, I was pretty stressed because I was trying to finish grading and get my grades imported before I went to bed.  My mom came in late and we stayed up talking for a while.  I finally went to lay down at 11:30 knowing that my 4:45 alarm was coming pretty soon, but not thinking that I would even come close to sleep.

We woke up before the crack of dawn and headed out.  I was so nervous my stomach hurt.  Or maybe that was because I was so freaking hungry.  That not eating before surgery thing is no joke!  Especially when my mom got coffee and doughnuts!

We get to the hospital and go to the outpatient waiting room.  It was interesting seeing the variety of pajamas people wear.  And I was tickled to see that what they use to let you know it's your turn to go with a nurse are those restaurant coasters that buzz.  Made my day!

I got back in my holding cell, I mean prep room, and chatted up all the nurses and doctors that came by to ask me what I was having done.  I wanted to start giving them silly answers like facelift or liposuction instead of laparoscopy.  Just to see how they would react.  But I figured that was not the time to be messing around.

My mom came in and sat with me, asking if I had any last words.  She's funny like that.  She also loved all the comments from the doctors and nurses saying she must be my sister not my mom.  She loved it.

Then I was knocked out.

I woke up having to pee so bad and telling the nurses that it would be embarassing if I peed the bed.  Then I remember asking if I could go back to sleep.  I woke up again to hear some poor kid wailing after he woke up from his tonsilectomy.  I felt bad for him, but I really wanted him to stop screaming.  I'm terrible, I know.

When I woke up for good, my mom was there and told me the good news.  My doctor said my tubes were all bunched up instead of flowing freely.  It was probably from some infection years ago.  He undid the adhesions and let those tubes go.  He is confident that this was the issue.  He thinks we should be pregnant in 4-5 months. 

Hallelujah!

I don't want to get all over optomistic, but to me this sounded great!

My day after the surgery was very tender.  I have one hole in my belly button, and two right on my panty line.  And boy are they sore!  But it's not as bad as I thought.

I'm just a bit loopy from the pain meds, and a bit queasy when I had to change my bandaids.  They are little holes, not more than 1/2 inch long, but it's still gross!  I haven't had the shoulder and neck pain from the air they put in yet, and I'm hoping not to get them. 

I've enjoyed catching up on my DVR and reading.  I've loved getting to spend time being babied by my mom, but when she left I was downright bored.  I posted way too much on Facebook, and pinned way too much on Pinterest.  And at about 5:00, I realized that today is my last day in my 20's.

I always thought I would at least be pregnant by now.  I'm bummed that I didn't meet that milestone by now.  But I'm okay with going into 30 with this new optimism that this year will be the best one yet!