Very funny to Tom and I. No one else seemed to laugh nearly as much as we did at the surgery center today.
Everything went very well. I love my OB (and yet I'm still glad he never delivered my girls... go figure). Love that he spent about five minutes chatting with us about Chicago and the ratio of Jews to non-Jews in his last two years of medical school (71/1 both years... one year there was an Italian and the next year there was a Chinese man... oh, and one brave, but odd woman in his graduating class way back in the day).
Found it odd that I now have high quality before and after shots of my tubes, as well as the bonus shots of my ovaries. I was very impressed at how "clean" everything was, for some reason (drugs).
A bit disappointed that my request for a complimentary boob job was declined. Ah well, winter's coming and maybe I'll appreciate my armpit warmers more over the next several months.
I was surprised by how much pain I was in when I became aware that I was waking up. Apparently I'd already assessed my pain at a nine in the half hour before that. It was "only" a 6-8 from when I remember. (For context, when I was in labor with Madelyn and stuck at 8+ for over three hours, I was also at an "8" on the pain scale.)
I'm grateful my dad and Margaret live so close to my doctor and the surgery center (at the same hospital where I delivered my girls). We'd planned on getting out of surgery, getting a bite to eat, grabbing the girls and being home by Mad's nap. Instead we went straight to my dad's, where I pumped (let someone else handle the act of dumping) and then slept for a few hours. When I got up, I repeated the process. We got home just before 7:00 this evening.
So I'm also grateful to my mom for hanging out with Corey (she spent the night last night and said she'd stay until we got home... we did have dinner with her before she left). Then she offered to follow me up the stairs in case I fell. Love her for that. I'd totally take her out if that happened, but it was sweet. And she offered to come back any time this weekend or Monday and Tuesday if I still need help getting around. (However, this puts me in a bit of a pickle, because Margaret also offered once she found out about the surgery.)
I'm still in pain and still walking like it, but it's getting much better as the hours pass. Totally expecting to be fine by Monday. I've been pre-scolded not to overdo things by a few people, so that's well-covered.
Fynn and Mad had a great time with Grandma and Papa today, and I think Mad especially enjoyed having four of her favorite adults together, even if two of us couldn't maintain consciousness. All in all, not a bad day.
My eyes, in case you are wondering, are burning, but I think it's just because I'm tired.