Seeing Dr. B Tomorrow!

So tomorrow is my post operation appointment!  I must say that my scar looks great!  Like in the middle of it, it doesn't even look like I've had surgery!!!

I hope tomorrow Dr. B will do a vaginal ultrasound (weird that I actually want it this time lol) just so I can FINALLY see my right ovary... In all her wonderful, beautiful, magnificent glory =).  This is what IF does people.  I never thought I'd be excited for a Dr to examine my va-jay-jay.  We're also hoping that he will start me on Provera asap so we can get this party started! 

On another note... This will be my first attempt at posting a picture on here.  Hopefully I do it right... Here is a picture of Northern Starr's sisters son.  He's going to be such a heart breaker!!!  16 months old and full of Handsome!!!

Yay I did it!!!  Okay have a great rest of the week yall!  I'll post next week about our appointment with Dr. B and if slash when we will be able to start up treatments.  My FIL got a job in South Carolina, so Northern Starr and I are driving him there and helping him get unpacked and situated this weekend.  Post-Op tomorrow (Thursday), leave for SC Friday, unpack everything Saturday, and then drive back to VA Sunday and it's back to the work week grind. 

Side Note:  Don't worry, I'm still not allowed to carry anything heavy, so I won't be moving any boxes, that's for the boys to do.  I'll be inside unpacking those boxes and putting things away.  =]

Surgery... Part 2

Ugh… Another long overdue post.  I blame trying to get back into the swing of things for this one.

So all I remember is semi waking up in recovery.  I remember hearing a woman’s voice in my right ear and a male voice with an accent in my left.  Lets name them Harry and Sally.  I opened my eyes a little, everything was blurry, but I could see another woman in a hospital bed on the other side of the room.  I couldn’t keep my eyes open for very long.  Harry asked Sally, “What’d they do to her?”  Sally replied, “She had surgery on her right ovary.  They took it.”  *GASP* I wanted to cry.  I wanted to scream.  But I didn’t have control over my own body.  I must’ve fell asleep again, because the next thing I could feel was me being moved around.  Like they were pushing my bed somewhere. 

Then my bed stopped moving.  Harry was still on my left.  I heard him talking to a guy that was now on my right side.  His name is Austin; he was my nurse until 7pm.  Harry told Austin something about needing whatever I was laying on.  Austin rolled my body onto my left side.  I kinda woke up then because I felt weird.  I wasn’t in pain, but just really uncomfortable.  I grabbed onto Harry’s arm to help keep me on my side while Austin pulled the blanket out from under me.

When I was able to lay down normally, my eyes were still closed and I felt someone rubbing my left foot.  And then Northern Starr’s voice, “I’m here baby.  You did so good.  Everything is okay now.”  To which I asked, “Did they take it?”  “No, you still have it.”  He said.  I replied “Don’t lie to me.”  Everyone who was in the room giggled and I passed out again.

Supposedly, I got out of surgery around 3pm.  But when I finally came to, it was around 6pm.  Northern Starr was sitting on the couch/his bed, doing something on his phone and watching TV at the same time.  I groaned because I tried to sit up.  To which he noticed I was finally awake.  He jumped up to help so fast.  But I couldn’t move.  Something kept squeezing my legs.  It was that massager thing, so my blood can still circulate while I’m stationary for a long period of time.  Austin came in; this is when he introduced himself to me and took my vitals. He said all I could “eat” was ice chips and starburst, as long as I let the whole thing dissolve in my mouth before I swallowed.  Every hour Austin came in to check my vitals.  And when he left, Sarah became my nurse.  I didn’t like her.  Her assistant was nicer than she was.  I wish I knew her assistants name.

The next day, Northern Starr left to get him some breakfast from the cafeteria and bring back something for me too since we got the “OK” that I could now try to eat some solids.  While Northern Starr was gone, Dr. W came in to see me!  (I have to say that I have thee BEST team of doctors EVER!)  He checked my incision.  And I asked him if they took my ovary.  He confirmed that they DIDN’T!!!  I asked him what I’d have to do to go home today.  He said that he would imagine all I’d have to do is urinate and walk the hallway a few times.  But he felt I should take things slow and just bank on being discharged the next day.  My heart sank.  But he left and my new nurse (we’ll call her Carla) came in and I told her I was leaving today.

Northern Starr came back and I ate my breakfast.  Nothing fun happened between then and lunch.  Slept, watched TV, and had my vitals checked.  Dr. B came in to check on me around lunch time.  He told me, “So I hear you’re telling everyone you’re going home today.” I nodded.  He said as long as I urinate and walk the hall at least once, I’ll be able to go home.  That when I feel up to it, I have to call their office to schedule my post-op at least 4 weeks from my surgery date.  Done deal!  He left, Northern Starr got us some lunch, and then even though I didn’t feel like I needed to pee, I told him I had too.  Getting up hurt sooooo bad.  I just sat up in the bed and started to cry.  It took me awhile to get to the bathroom, even with my husbands and Carla’s help.  And since I was already out of bed, I had Northern Starr put some pants on me and we walked the hallway.  I am a determined woman! LOL.  I was discharged at 3pm.  Exactly 24hrs after I got out of surgery!

Surgery: Part 1

This is so long overdue… You can blame the pain meds that made me sleep ALL THE TIME and my husband for not setting up our laptop for me to blog about the surgery.

So Thursday, the night before the surgery, we stayed up as long as we could and ate dinner REALLY late since I wouldn’t be allowed to drink or eat anything as of 12am Friday.  We went to bed close to 12am.  Northern Starr fell asleep quick, he tends to do that, he can fall asleep anywhere.  I on the other hand, didn’t fall asleep until 2am.  My alarm goes off at 7am.  Needless to say that I kept waking up throughout that 5 hour span; but I got out of bed, got ready, and we were off on our 1 ½ journey to the hospital.

We arrived at the hospital and checked in.  Almost immediately a nurse brought us back for me to put on “my party dress and party hat” as she called it, and to sign some papers and answer any questions we had.  Later we met the anesthesiologist, Northern Starr asked him if there was anything they could give me to help calm me down because I kept shaking my right foot and twirling my hair LOL!  He said of course and that his nurse would come in and give it to me once my IV was set up.  He left, and my nurse started to hook me up to my IV.  As soon as she did it, I started balling!  It finally hit me… I am having surgery done… today.  You know when little kids cry hysterically?  Eyes screwed shut, mouth wide open, snot rolling out of their nose, and it sounds like they’re having trouble breathing on their own?  Yeah, that was me.  And the funny thing is; I’m not exaggerating.

My nurse then left to find my anesthesiologists’ nurse.  While she was gone, Dr. S came into my room!  She was dressed in scrubs and told me that she was going to be in the operating room with me.  Dr. B was the lead surgeon and that she would be assisting him!  It felt great knowing that both of my REs were going to be “working” on me.  But that didn’t stop my crying.  She left, Dr. B came in… he saw me crying, and he kept telling me that everything is going to be okay and he held my hand and rubbed my leg and he left the room.  Then the anesthesiologist nurse came in and I watched her start to inject the calming medicine into my IV.  I saw the medicine was halfway gone and then I was out.  I do not remember anything after that, the next thing I remembered was semi waking up in the recovery room.

Per Northern Starr this is what happened after I received the calming medicine.

            ***As soon as the nurse gave me all of the calming medicine, I reached down to the foot of my hospital bed, grabbed “my party hat” and put it on my head and started to stuff my hair in it.  I started to get frustrated because not all of my hair was getting in it (thanks layers!).  Northern Starr told me it was okay not to put it all in the hat, but I kept doing it until it was all in there.  I was having conversations with anyone who came into my room.  When it was time for them to roll me back to the operating room, Northern Starr kissed me and told me that he’d see me in recovery, that he loves me, and that I’m so brave for doing this for our soon to be family.  While they pushed me away, I was talking to everyone.***

I really wish I knew what I was saying.  I hope nothing embarrassing LOL.