That's been the motto the last few days. This week has flown by for me. I guess given the fact that almost 2 of the days I don't remember, it's not that big of a surprise.
We'll go back to Tuesday. Everything went well with surgery...even the fact that I had to have 2, yes 2 IV's, put in while I was awake. Really! Something about the robotic process and the fact that I'm basically standing on my head for the procedure meant I needed 2 IVs for extra fluids. I have a lot of allergies...aspirin and all that family of meds, morpheine and some certain types of sutures that were needed in the procedure. Since I couldn't have morpheine, I was given a SUPER strong IV pain med and a little clicker button to keep dosing myself. Hence the fact that I don't remember much of Tuesday and Wednesday.
Another side effect of the pain med was that I couldn't see upclose. I kept getting text, but couldn't respond back b/c I couldn't see! I think Tommy got quite tickled seeing my holding things close and then at arm's length to try to read things. Once we got my pain under control, we were able to head home on Wednesday night.
We were so blessed to have Beverlee come up before surgery and hold down the fort with the kids. She got them to school and had all kinds of food cooked for us. I think the kids favorite was the dirt cake with worms in it. I think we've all enjoyed having that one! It was nice to be able to rest at the hospital knowing that all was fine and the kids were great at home.
On Wednesday, Bev headed home and my brother Mark came in. He's heading home today and has been so much help. The kids love "Uncle Mark." I think it's a bit of a system shock to Mark while he's here. He is used to his own apartment and own space and comes here and has none of that! We sure do love him though! It's neat to see the relationships between my brother and sister and me now that we are all older. My mom always told us while we were growing up that we didn't have to like each other but we did have to love each other. I think we all finally reached the point of willingly LIKING each other and it's really nice to enjoy our siblings!
Tommy's holding down the fort this holiday weekend before my parents come help out next week. I'm feeling a good bit better finally. The swolleness, soreness, tenderness are more than I really expected. I didn't think walking would be so labored! I guess I kept thinking that this really wasn't going to be too bad. I guess that's what I get for listening to too many opinions. I know this procedure is definitely better than the traditional hysterectomy, but at the current time, I still think it's pretty bad. Ask me again next week.
It's been very hard not being able to fully interact with the kids as usual. I can't pick up more than 10 pounds and can't drive until after my checkup. I'm not used to the dependency! Last night, Caroline was trying to love on me and accidentally head-butted me right in my stomach and incision sites...oh man! The pain was bad, but I think my reaction really scared her. It's been hard for them to understand what's really wrong. Jack asks to see my "boo boos" everyday to kind of remind him what's wrong!
I guess time and patience are what I really need. I guess that's a lesson I'm learning from this all.