I started out the "weekend" (Thursday night) absolutely sure I was getting my first period in a year. An event for which I'd apparently saved up a years worth of moodiness. Tom was sent out for good chocolate.
Had the surgery. Got hit with trapped gas. Spent Sunday afternoon trying out various remedies.
Sunday afternoon is also when I was suddenly struck with the knowledge that I had been shaved for the procedure.
So last night was spent in a room with my poor innocent daughter, who is too young to get away for long, as I spent the evening trying not to scratch my increasingly itchy crotch while attempting to expel as much gas as possible.
Cue the music:
Showing posts with label pain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pain. Show all posts
Monday, November 08, 2010
Sunday, November 07, 2010
Under Pressure
I have trapped gas from the surgery. That is a whole lotta painful! This morning Fynn woke up to nurse around 4:00 (old time... our clocks got changed about three hours ago). She was zonked out and in her crib by 4:30. Everyone in the house was asleep. I was tired and laid back down. It was painful enough that I gave up what turned out to be three extra hours of sleep. What mom of a three month old does that?
So this afternoon I consulted Dr. Google and my mother-in-law for remedies. The more solutions I read and try, the less my body wants to give up the gas. I may explode.
So this afternoon I consulted Dr. Google and my mother-in-law for remedies. The more solutions I read and try, the less my body wants to give up the gas. I may explode.
Friday, November 05, 2010
How Are You?
I'm sterile!
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.
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.
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