The next morning I woke up and saw the whole lamanaria kit
sitting on the windowsill, which meant I was getting them taken out and getting
new ones put in. Noooo. L
The doctor came in around 8 in the morning and told me that
we still weren’t sure what time they were doing the surgery, since I was an add
on, but they were hoping for mid day. I went through the whole lamanaria
insertion hell once again. I asked for percocets to hopefully offset that pain,
but nope. That speculum was so brutal for some reason! So after that, there was
nothing for us to do but wait.
I want to say that I couldn’t have done any of this without
Matt by my side. He was amazing. Running home to take care of the dogs,
returning back at midnight, sleeping in that awful chair next to my bed,
watching crap tv with me, and bringing his laptop so we could watch Friends on
Netflix. Love that guy so much.
The waiting wasn’t so bad, because I wasn’t really thinking
about the sadness of the whole situation. It was all so medical, it was a
distraction. I knew I had to do what I was about to do. Our whole entire
pregnancy was a long drawn out series of disappointments and fear, that we were
just relieved to finally have answers, even if the diagnosis was so terrible.
It was out of my control, and I finally gave that control up. I was in the
hands of my great doctor, my great nurses, and whatever path was laid out for
me.
We got called for surgery around mid day. It felt like TV,
getting wheeled down to the OR on my bed, with those big circular futuristic lights
above me. The anesthesiologist was going to give me an epidural to numb me, but
my doctor must have argued that and I would up getting gassed to oblivion, with
a breathing tube down my throat. Next thing I knew, I woke up in recovery, with
an irritated throat, and freezing like crazy again. All these random bouts of
freezing must have been because they took so much blood from me, I have no
idea. As groggy as I was, I tried to see if I felt any different physically.
Maybe just a little.
They wheeled me back upstairs, and Matt found me, along with
my mom, sister and her boyfriend, who were waiting in the waiting room during
the surgery. I told them to go get some food while I woke up a little, and they
brought me back ice cream and funnel cake. I was so happy to eat! Matt’s family and my friend Gina and her mom
came to visit me a little later. It definitely was a welcome distraction. One
of the nurses came in while everyone was there with paperwork that needed to be
signed, but she said she would come back later.
I can see why she did, they were cremation forms.
I stayed one more night, so they could keep an eye on my
blood pressure as they took me off the medicine. I was happy to, I wasn’t ready
to be on my own just yet. Unfortunately the air conditioner broke in our room,
so that was a little rough. I insisted Matt go home and sleep in a real bed,
but he didn’t want to leave me. Love him.
A few hours later, lots more bloodwork, vitals checked, and
a birth control shot later, they released me and Matt took me home.