Thursday afternoon I was napping with Mckenzi, felt some sharp pains high on one side of my abdomen, readjusted, and went back to sleep. I woke up 15 minutes later experiencing a super gnarly gall bladder attack - which, by the way, came out of no where! It had been over a month since my last full blown attack because I've been careful to avoid them by eating differently. Anyway, after just 10 minutes of this attack, I knew I couldn't handle waiting it out. So I drove myself to the hospital. Neal was at work, and I left Mckenzi at my mom's.
After arriving, they checked me in pretty quickly (Placentia Linda Hospital), took my labs, and started an IV. Neal showed up about an hour after I got there, the nurse pumped me with the strongest pain meds ever (which helped me feel nothing at all - amazing) but also gave me the awesomest anxiety attack ever cuz I couldn't feel my brain. Hahaha. Neal was a wonderful calming presence during that new experience! I could never be a druggy. I'm too scared of everything, ever. I ended up being allergic to the pain meds (super itchy) so they shot me up with some Benadryl, which immediately made me super relaxed. Mmmmm. I had an ultrasound a few minutes later, after which they decided it'd be good to get the GB out. It was about 6pm or so at this point. Neal went home to be with Mckenzi. I stayed at the hospital. They scheduled my surgery for the next morning. I spent the night for the first time without my little girl, ever. There weren't even any perks, because the nurses had to wake me up every 4 hours for blood pressure etc. Stupid nurses. So much for a full nights rest.
Dr. Dawkalakis showed up around 8am to tell me my surgery wouldn't actually be until 2:30 in the afternoon. After rico suave left (he was totally young and cocky. like someone you'd see on General Hospital) I spent the next few hours bored out of my mind, wishing I hadn't had to stay the night in the hospital. I was pumping my milk, throwing it out, missing my baby, and just anxiously waiting for my surgery!
Neal came to the hospital around 1:30. My grandpa also came and visited me for a little over an hour. He talked and talked about all of his favorite foods. I was sooooo hungry. Fasting before surgery sucks!
Surgery time came. My husband went to the waiting room. I was wheeled off to one of those cold, bright white surgical rooms. All the doctors and nurses came by one by one, super nice, introducing themselves, asking if I was cold, loading blankets on etc etc. Such a different experience than with Kaiser! Kaiser, I hate you. Good doctors and nurses DO exist out there! Thank you PLH for showing me that. They pumped a relaxer in me (mmmmmmm), put a face mask on me, and the last thing I remember is them gently reminding me to breathe in deeply. They were all doing there own thing, no one was standing over me waiting for me to go under, it was just a nice little sleepy time with a man telling me to breathe nice and deep, somewhere in the distance. I was obliged to breathe deeply. It felt good. :)
I woke up in the recovery room not long later, feeling obvious pain in my abdomen, but NOTHING compared to my csection. After my csection, I woke up crying cuz it hurt so bad. This time it hurt, but it was more of a nuisance than something I couldn't handle. But it hurt nonetheless. The nurse gave me more meds. They didn't help. She gave me more. They didn't help at all.
I was wheeled back to my room. No one told Neal I was done. Jerks! He had my phone, so I couldn't call him. He wandered into my room about 20 minutes later, on his own accord, just to see if I was there. What do you know, I was there! My nurse came in (different nurse) asked about my pain, and gave me a teeny tiny bit of morphine. It didn't help. So she gave me one of my vicodine. It didn't seem to help either! Stupid. The pain wasn't unbearable, just annoying and uncomfortable, and I'd rather not feel it, obviously. An hour or two went by, I asked if I could just go home, and the nurse let me. So I went home. I took a vicodine. It didn't really help.
So, I'm not taking my pain meds. I'd rather nurse my little darling girl, than fill my body with poison that doesn't help me at all, and just makes it so I can't nurse her anymore. The pain has been pretty constant, isn't unbearable, and it's pretty manageable. I'm not supposed to do any lifting, but sometimes Mckenzi requires it. Sorry body.
I go in for my check up today. We'll see how things are looking. I have four bruises the size of golfballs where the incisions are, and my belly is pretty distended. Good times. My belly is so ugly. Stretch marks, csection scar, 4 new incisions, awesome bruises, nice and swollen. My husband is so lucky!