Healing

I am slowly healing from my surgery on Friday. I am happy to be sitting up in front of the computer instead of laying down in front of the TV. It's all about baby steps, no pun intended...well maybe a little.
Friday morning I was surrounded by my mother, my father in law, and of course my wonderful husband. I was also surrounded by incredible nurses and doctors. I was nervous and emotional; I swore in the car on the way to the hospital when I couldn't get my rings off, and I cried in the hospital when I kissed everyone goodbye. I am not strong or tough when it comes to these things, on the contrary, I am quite a baby I believe. I don't remember much; Mike told me that as they wheeled me away, in a matter of seconds I mumbled "Should I be feeling this already." The next thing I know I was awake, drinking delicious apple juice, crying tears of joy for being awake, and asking to hug every nurse and doctor who was there with me. After that I remember somehow being dressed, sitting in a recliner and being in A LOT of pain. I know I was given two hits of the drug that killed Michael Jackson, PLUS two Percasets. At that point I was apparently flying high. My family sat around me and I was chatting away. I had to stay at the hospital until I could pee on my own, but I was so comfortable I didn't want to leave. I was on drugs, drinking apple juice and had an audience...I was doing great. Rumor has it I invited the nurses and doctors to the birth of my future child! I eventually peed (with the assistance of my post-op nurse, Hazel) and was wheeled on out. I waved and hugged, Sheila, Desiree, Dr. Rodriguez (the one who gave me all the funny stuff), my doctor, Dr. Chidiac, and of course Hazel. From there it was Mike who was the best caretaker of all.
In the past 2 1/2 days Mike has fed me, given me medicine, ensured I had fluids, helped me up and down, cleaned out my wounds and re-bandaged me, all the while keeping his patience. My mom dug through unopened boxes at the grocery store to make sure I got the most recent US Weekly and continuously brings me the healing power of Dunkin Donuts coffee and flatbreads. I am so blessed by all my family and friends who have called to express their love and care. I am slowly healing.
So what happened in the actual surgery? Mike and I are going to the doctor's on Thursday to review the procedure and results but from what the doc told my family, I had a really hard blockage and they had to "blow out" a few times to get rid of it. But it's gone and everything went "beautifully"; I "did really well". That's so funny to me, because what did I really do? I was knocked out cold with no idea what was going on, but I did great!! Ok sure, I will take the credit.
So I have two small incisions, one in my belly button and one on my pelvis. I am bleeding like as if I had a period. My insides don't hurt too bad, it's mostly just the cuts that hurt. All day yesterday I had a killer headache, probably from the anesthesia. My throat felt as dry as bark on a tree from the tube that was in my throat during surgery. I have a prescription for Tylenol 3 (with Codeine) and I have been taking that to ease the pain. I am sleeping a lot, and when I am awake I am watching cheesy movies. Today I actually feel human. I explained it to Mike as, I feel so much better than yesterday. It's like how you feel on the worst day of when you are 'normal' sick yet it's my best day so far. I know it's going to take time and I have to give myself that time. I am trying to be kind to myself, eat what I am craving and not care about calories or not being able to burn said calories. I am resting and taking it a day at a time. I do have a renewed sense of hope; I guess I feel like this is behind us and we can just take a breath now. It is one step closer to possibly having a baby although I know I can't get myself too glass half full. We may get pregnant after my week of doctor ordered "pelvic rest" or we may not. For right now, I am okay with it and I am just concentrating on slowing healing...physically and emotionally.