Recovery

It's been one week and two days since I had my surgery. I am slowly starting to feel "normal" again. I was pretty nervous and scared Thursday morning. Just because I've never had surgery before. It was a long process getting prepped for surgery and answering questions about my health history. And let me just say that I will never take my health for granted. I'm so lucky how healthy I am, and how healthy my family is, cripes. Anyway, when Tom and I were sitting in the pre-op area, my surgeon came over to talk with me about the procedure again and I got to ask more questions. I definitely felt much more calm about everything. So I said my goodbyes to Tom and they started wheeling me to my OR. As we got in the room, I was spinning. I asked them if they had already given me meds through the IV and they had. I remember scooting over onto the table and seeing the huge circle lights and that's IT! The next thing I remember is waking up in the recovery room. I was so sleepy, but it wasn't scary like I thought it might be.

The surgeon said my muscle separation was a lot worse than what they thought. It was separated a good two inches and went up to right below my boobs. I have six tiny pokes that are holding the mesh to my muscles. And my incision scar starts below my belly button, goes around it, and up 2 inches or so. Fricken HOT. ughhhhh. I still have steri-strips on so I can't tell how awful the scar really looks. And they sewed my muscles together. Anyway, I won't go into anymore detail. I'm still in quite a bit of pain. I got discharged the next day on Friday but I stayed at my parent's house Saturday and Sunday to get some good rest. I quit taking the Percocet on Sunday because I hate taking drugs (anyone want to buy them?). ha. I still have the huge white velcro wrap I wear around me, because most of the time it feels better having the support. I'm still swollen quite a bit. And honestly what hurts the most is to cough, laugh, or sneeze. I didn't realize how much Tom and I laugh, and it's way worse when you know you can't laugh. Or trying to hold in a laugh, yeah pretty much impossible in my world. It's weird, but I actually do feel more put together than I did before. I suppose having your muscles separated two inches will make you feel a little "off."

Tom has been absolutely amazing throughout all of this. He was basically living the life of a single dad of three young children for a good 5 days. I was worthless. And it hurts to hold and feed Leo, because he's so squirmy. Especially in the rocking chair in his room since it's so tiny. So Tom has also been getting up with Leo at night. Luckily, Leo has been only waking up once now to eat around 3-4, praise the Lord! But still - I feel bad. Tom's got his surgery this coming Friday (snippy, snippy). So we are really just taking care of business over here.

I'm excited to get back into the groove of a routine around here. My life is better with structure. I feel like a better mom. I feel like I get more done when I am forced to get out of the house and get ready for the day before 9. It will also be good to separate Jack and Finn every day too. They are driving me bonkers with their fighting and Jack being all bossy to Finn.

Ok I'm now going to enjoy the rest of my Saturday night with my husband. I can't wait until Leo has a bedtime before 10 PM! He's so cute though, we don't mind hanging out with him without his older brothers constantly in his face.

Happy Labor Day Weekend!