I decided it was about time to update this and let everyone know how things are going. I can't believe it has only been 8 days since the surgery...it feels like it has been weeks. I think I am going through an extreme emotional phase right now. Mainly because I haven't seen my kids for more than a few hours since last Tuesday!!! I just haven't felt comfortable taking care of them by myself, and Adam has to work, so my WONDERFUL parents (mine and Adams) have been watching them for us. I can't even tell you how much this means to me. It is so AWESOME to have family that you can count on in a rough spot. That being said, I miss my kids so badly it hurts. I spent ALL day long yesterday crying. I just wanted to see them and hold them and hear them laughing, all those things that I normally take for granted cause I am with them 24/7. When they got home, all my self control went out the window and I held them and loved on them until it was time for bath and bed (I'm not really supposed to be picking Avery up, much less Lily). I can tell this morning that I probably did to much, but I just can't explain how much I miss them. Okay, now that is off my chest, so I will fill you in on surgery details. They told me to be at the hospital at 9:00 on Thursday morning (March 12). We got there and they immediately got to work putting in the IV (the lady was SUPER at this, it usually takes a while, but she got it right in, and it didn't hurt) and asking a million questions. I met the Anesthetist, and my surgery nurse, then they gave me some stuff in my IV to "dry out all secretions" before the surgery. This stuff WORKED...it took days for me to not have dry mouth!! Then it seems like within 10 min or so they were giving me the "goofy meds" and telling Adam to give me a kiss. I have to say that I don't really remember much after telling Adam and my mom bye. I don't remember the journey from the OPS recovery to the surgery room, but I do remember them transferring me to the surgery table. I remember the nurse telling me to take deep breaths and looking at the HUGE lights on the ceiling, then he (the nurse, I think) put the oxygen mask over my face, and that was all she wrote. The next thing I remember is waking up with IMMENSE pain in my right shoulder (that soft spot between your shoulder bone and collar bone). I was trying to say that my shoulder hurt, but still had the tube in my throat. They took it out (which I remember!!) and I was trying so hard to tell them about my shoulder. It took me a while to spit it out. They said it was from the gas that they use to blow you up when you're in surgery. I have to say that was painful. I vaguely remember Adam and my mom coming in to see me. They told Adam to go to the pharmacy and get my meds, and when he got back it would probably be about time for me to go home. Then they unhooked me from all the monitors and wheeled me back to the same OPS recovery room I had been in before. They shut the curtain and left. Now, I was in and out of it, but I was fully aware of the fact that Adam had been gone for way to long. NOBODY came to my room. I didn't have the call button to get the nurses and didn't have the voice to scream for some help. Finally, I saw a lady walk past my room, and yelled as loudly as I could for her help. I told her that nobody had been in the check on me and I just wanted my husband and mom. So she went and asked the nurses at the desk, and they said he wasn't back yet. Then within 5 minutes, Adam and my mom were in the room with me and they (the nurses) were getting me ready to leave. Turns out, I had been in that room, with NOBODY checking on me for over 2 hours. I can't even begin to tell you how livid I am about this. Adam and my mom had been sitting in the waiting room for over an hour and a half. I just keep wondering, what if something had happened to me. They wouldn't even have known it. They had unhooked me from all the monitors, so there wouldn't be any beeping or anything if something happened. I just can't believe it. Now, I LOVED my doctor, and would probably use her again, but I do plan on sending a letter to the hospital about everything, just to let them know how incapable I think they are!!! So anyway, I came home and slept for the better part of Thursday and Friday, and am slowly getting back to normal. There are only 4 tiny little scabs on my belly (which is ridiculous for the amount of pain I was in the first few days). I went to the doctor on Wednesday, and she told me that the pathology report on my gallbladder was a chronically inflamed gallbladder. That explains why there was scar tissue on it (the gallbladder) and why it wasn't working properly. They don't know what caused it to be this way, but it was. She also said that is why it is taking me a little longer to heal, because for some reason it takes a person longer to heal if they have a chronically inflamed gallbladder. None of that makes much sense to me, but I'll take her word for it.
Right now the kids are with my mom and dad, and should be home sometime tomorrow afternoon. I am hoping that I will feel ALL better by Monday, so I can take over my responsibilities as their mommy!!! I REALLY do miss them!!!
Love you all!!!
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