Recovering
I think recovering is a pretty heavy duty word for what I'm going through. In all honesty, I feel pretty good.
Fran and I got to the hospital about 8:15 am. We waited around for a bit and were called in to make sure all of our information was correct. Then we waited around a bit more and a nurse called me back to get prepped.
I put on one of those horrible gowns that hangs open in the back, but at least they also gave me a sort of paper robe to put on on top. There were also those ever fashionable paper booties and hairnet. I looked HOT let me tell you! heh
They led me back to the prep room after locking my clothes up. I laid down on a gurney and just waited around for the nurse to get me set up. She finally came around and asked me the billion questions they always do, then hooked me up to an IV. After that they let Fran come back and sit with me. My surgery was supposed to start at 9:45, but the anesthesiologist didn't come by until about then to talk to me a bit. Finally my doctor got there and they kicked Fran out. They wheeled me into surgery at about 10 am.
Once in they put me on a different bed. The doc and I were discussing the importance of shoes and where you could find a good jerk chicken. That's all I remember. I woke up in the first recovery room. I was groggy and crampy, but not really bothered by it. They had to put me on oxygen because the combo of anesthesia and my "smokers lungs" made my breathing pretty shallow. But within an hour I was off the oxygen and wheeled to the second recovery room where they let Fran come back to see me.
I stayed there about another hour. I got ginger ale and some graham crackers. Considering I hadn't been allowed to eat or drink after midnight, they were the best damn graham crackers I had ever tasted.
They finally checked my incisions and gave me the ok to go home. After consuming a large fruit and yogurt parfait that Fran picked up for me (without me having to ask! He was SUCH a sweetheart yesterday!) I took a long nap.
I was feeling pretty good after the nap. A little cramping here and there and a tad sore if I turned a certain way, but nothing I even needed advil for. The only real problem I had I was forewarned about. They had to pump air into my abdomen in order to see better. Sometimes they aren't able to get it all out. And because air naturally travels upwards, they mentioned that I might have some shoulder pain. And I did. My right shoulder really ached, but I was able to feel better by just laying my arm straight. By the time I woke up this morning I was fine.
I'm even planning on going back to work tonight. Although considering I was useless all day yesterday, I'm behind on my freelancing. So maybe I should take the time. I don't know. I like this job and I don't want to piss anyone off. We'll see how much the kids let me get done today.
Now, I left this part till last in case anyone is at all squeamish. If you're interested in reading about how the surgery was performed, read on. If not, you may want to skip this paragraph. So...they made 2 tiny incisions. One through my belly button (that looks more like little hole than an incision) and one just above my C section scar. That one is about a inch long. They used a tiny camera and laser to perform the surgery. All they really did was burn both my fallopian tubes closed. I don't even have stiches, just these little butterfly tape things that are holding the wounds closed and dressing on top. Of course my dressing already fell off my belly button, but I put band aids over it, just because it is pretty gross looking. LOL! But there, not so bad right? Not nearly as bad as having your insides taken out to deliver a baby...right? hehehehe
Anyhoo, I go back to the doc on Tues. morning so she can check the incisions. That's all there is to it. So, if you're a couple considering a permanent form of birth control, I really think a tubal ligation is much easier than a vasectomy. I know men who were in pain for days and unable to work after theirs. I was in and out in 5 hours and pretty much already feel like myself again. But that was my experience. Others may have a different story.
So that's that. No more kids. When I think about it, I do get a little sad. I do love babies. However I know that my body just doesn't take to pregnancy well and I couldn't handle another one like this. Not to mention, Fran and I will never have much money, adding another child could just put us in a cardboard box. Add to that the fact that we want to be reasonably young when out kids are grown. Add to that that we want out lives back. Well...you get the point. This was the right decision for us. If my biological clock should ever start to tick again, no biggie, we'll just get a puppy. heh
Till next time...
I think recovering is a pretty heavy duty word for what I'm going through. In all honesty, I feel pretty good.
Fran and I got to the hospital about 8:15 am. We waited around for a bit and were called in to make sure all of our information was correct. Then we waited around a bit more and a nurse called me back to get prepped.
I put on one of those horrible gowns that hangs open in the back, but at least they also gave me a sort of paper robe to put on on top. There were also those ever fashionable paper booties and hairnet. I looked HOT let me tell you! heh
They led me back to the prep room after locking my clothes up. I laid down on a gurney and just waited around for the nurse to get me set up. She finally came around and asked me the billion questions they always do, then hooked me up to an IV. After that they let Fran come back and sit with me. My surgery was supposed to start at 9:45, but the anesthesiologist didn't come by until about then to talk to me a bit. Finally my doctor got there and they kicked Fran out. They wheeled me into surgery at about 10 am.
Once in they put me on a different bed. The doc and I were discussing the importance of shoes and where you could find a good jerk chicken. That's all I remember. I woke up in the first recovery room. I was groggy and crampy, but not really bothered by it. They had to put me on oxygen because the combo of anesthesia and my "smokers lungs" made my breathing pretty shallow. But within an hour I was off the oxygen and wheeled to the second recovery room where they let Fran come back to see me.
I stayed there about another hour. I got ginger ale and some graham crackers. Considering I hadn't been allowed to eat or drink after midnight, they were the best damn graham crackers I had ever tasted.
They finally checked my incisions and gave me the ok to go home. After consuming a large fruit and yogurt parfait that Fran picked up for me (without me having to ask! He was SUCH a sweetheart yesterday!) I took a long nap.
I was feeling pretty good after the nap. A little cramping here and there and a tad sore if I turned a certain way, but nothing I even needed advil for. The only real problem I had I was forewarned about. They had to pump air into my abdomen in order to see better. Sometimes they aren't able to get it all out. And because air naturally travels upwards, they mentioned that I might have some shoulder pain. And I did. My right shoulder really ached, but I was able to feel better by just laying my arm straight. By the time I woke up this morning I was fine.
I'm even planning on going back to work tonight. Although considering I was useless all day yesterday, I'm behind on my freelancing. So maybe I should take the time. I don't know. I like this job and I don't want to piss anyone off. We'll see how much the kids let me get done today.
Now, I left this part till last in case anyone is at all squeamish. If you're interested in reading about how the surgery was performed, read on. If not, you may want to skip this paragraph. So...they made 2 tiny incisions. One through my belly button (that looks more like little hole than an incision) and one just above my C section scar. That one is about a inch long. They used a tiny camera and laser to perform the surgery. All they really did was burn both my fallopian tubes closed. I don't even have stiches, just these little butterfly tape things that are holding the wounds closed and dressing on top. Of course my dressing already fell off my belly button, but I put band aids over it, just because it is pretty gross looking. LOL! But there, not so bad right? Not nearly as bad as having your insides taken out to deliver a baby...right? hehehehe
Anyhoo, I go back to the doc on Tues. morning so she can check the incisions. That's all there is to it. So, if you're a couple considering a permanent form of birth control, I really think a tubal ligation is much easier than a vasectomy. I know men who were in pain for days and unable to work after theirs. I was in and out in 5 hours and pretty much already feel like myself again. But that was my experience. Others may have a different story.
So that's that. No more kids. When I think about it, I do get a little sad. I do love babies. However I know that my body just doesn't take to pregnancy well and I couldn't handle another one like this. Not to mention, Fran and I will never have much money, adding another child could just put us in a cardboard box. Add to that the fact that we want to be reasonably young when out kids are grown. Add to that that we want out lives back. Well...you get the point. This was the right decision for us. If my biological clock should ever start to tick again, no biggie, we'll just get a puppy. heh
Till next time...
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