I got dressed in all my interesting get-up...gown, socks, mesh panties (Oh yeah, just like if I had just birthed a baby), and of course, a stylish cap. The gowns now come equipped with this wonderful built in heating system, it's like being surrounded by a heated blanket at all times. FABULOUS!
The first thing they did was take a pregnancy test, they wanted to insure that I was not preggo, since I am in my child bearing years still. I informed them of my miscarriage just days earlier, and that more than likely it would still come back positive. Of course, it did. :(
Next, was a walk through of all my systems, making certain they knew every medicine I have ever taken and all illnesses and diseases I have ever thought about having. We went through my morphine allergy at least 25 times. I mean, I am glad they were thorough, but 25 times is a little much. I'm not exaggerating either. Each time they asked they wanted to know how I knew, I explained that I had kidney surgery years ago, and went into anaphylaxis with the morphine. In other words, I was a code blue which = bad news! Next she placed my IV, and went on to comfort me about my miscarriage.
Her comfort started out so sweet. Was this your 1st baby? I replied, "No ma'am it would have been #7". YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN HER FACIAL EXPRESSION...PURE SHOCK. You could see her fumbling on the chart for my age. HAHA! Emory replied with, "It would only have been our 3rd biological child, she hasn't birthed that many." I would have rather let her assume that we had, it was much funnier. She then proceeded to say, "you didn't need anymore anyway....". Ummmm, for real? Did you just say that? I was now the one in shock, as I gently informed her all babies are a gift, expected or not. She told Emory he needed to find a hobby so #7 doesn't have a chance to happen again....WHAT? Anyway, just thought that conversation was too interesting not to share. I was pretty hacked off at her by the time she left my room.
So, the nurse then proceeded to tell us about the procedure and recovery, and baby talked us the whole time. We made it through, and eventually I was rolled back to the OR.
The OR is always interesting, I have had a lot of surgeries, and the OR is always such a vivid memory. I remember being wheeled back, and pushed onto the OR table, and then as they were strapping me down, I remember the anesthesia nurse placing an oxygen mask on my face. I suddenly became very frantic with the mask on, and remember trying to push it away. About 2 minutes later the anesthesiologist walked in and placed meds into my IV, and then the nurse started pumping gas and oxygen through the mask, She held it so tight, all I could think about was suffocating, I knew in a matter of moments I would be asleep, but I was frantic, and tried pulling the mask off. What a wuss I was! HA!!
The next thing ya know I am in frantic in recovery. I always wake up in hysterics from anesthesia...just ask my poor mom and husband. Once Emory was allowed to come back, I calmed down. I always feel better was he is next to me. I had a hard time waking up, my face hurt, my head hurt, my nose itched....it was awful. So they gave me IV pain and nausea meds, and the next thing I know I am at home in bed.
So, that was my quick journey through the OR. Emory has done an excellent job taking care of me. I have to have pain and nausea meds around the clock for the first 72 hours and then as needed after that, so far Emory has been quite the little nurse, all the while tending to the kiddos, puppies and house cleaning. I am a lucky gal!
Pray for Emory...I am not an easy patient, and these babies are missing their mama. Pray that the Lord would keep him strong and in good spirits until I can get up a help a little.
Here are a couple of pics from my surgery adventure!
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| Hot yellow socks! |
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| My gown warmer |
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| My leg compressors. |
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| IV and morphine allergy bracelet |
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