Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't updated sooner. The first few days I was just in major self-care mode but now that I am feeling a bit better, I'm ready to jump in and give the play by play of everything that has happened. :)
Day of Surgery
I went back to the presurgical area and got weighed (304 that morning, 6 pounds down from just one day of not eating, wow.) Then I had to get a really painful blood thinner shot in my arm, and of course the IV. The nurse tried for my IV and did nothing but butcher me. It hurt so much :( Then someone else came in to do it and she did such a great job. Thank you Gretchen. :) After that I pretty much just waited and they eventually came to wheel me back to surgery. I remember moving myself from the bed onto the operating table, and I could already feel the drugs kicking in so they must have started them through my IV. Before I knew it I was waking up in the recovery room. It was absolutely amazing how out of it I felt. I kept falling asleep over and over again until they finally took me to my hospital room. I still felt so out of it and dizzy and nauseous and they wanted me to get up right away into a wheelchair to go do the swallow test.
The swallow test is something you have to do to make sure you don't have any leaks through the staples holding your stomach together. They give you a huge cup of this red liquid to drink while they take Xrays. It was hard enough to stand up let alone drink the stuff - I came so close to both passing out and throwing up! But I managed to hold it together. They took xrays from the front, back, and both sides... they said I looked perfect and absolutely no leaks. When they got me back to the room I fell asleep for quite a while, after getting some pain meds.
My pain was pretty bad in the beginning - not so much external pain around the incisions, mostly internal abdominal pain, in the muscles I guess. I had a hard time being comfortable in the hospital bed.
My dad came in shortly after this and then my husband came in a couple hours later when he got off work. I was sooooo happy to see him. Apparently I'd been telling all the nurses I had the best husband in the world, just wait til you meet him. LOL! At least we know how I really feel ;)
My husband stayed until nearly midnight. He still had to work the next day. I was so nervous about him leaving because the "service" (if you call it that) in the hospital was horrible. When I would hit the nurse call button, I would have to wait firstly for someone to respond over an intercom and ask me what I needed. Sometimes even THIS part would take 10 minutes. Then strain my voice to speak over an intercom that's across the room - dumb for people who have just had surgery. Seriously that was so lame. THEN I'd wait another 15-30 minutes for anyone to actually come. Overall I just didn't feel safe or assured that if something was happening to me, someone would actually come right away and make sure I was alright. I slept very unsettled that night and I just couldn't wait til I would get to go home and have people to care for me when I needed something. The funny part is once you get home you really don't need much care LOL. Oh well, that's the way it goes.
Day 1 Post Op
The next day after surgery, I stayed in the hospital until mid afternoon. I went for a few walks down the halls (whenever I could actually get someone to come take me!)... and finally got a cafeteria tray around 11 am. I was supposed to eat blue jello (it's used as another leak test), and there was also apple juice, water, broth and tea. I managed to have a little bit of everything throughout the day but didn't come anywhere NEAR finishing it.
I also had this thing I had to breathe in to exercise my lungs... and a clipboard where I was supposed to track everything I ate.
My dad was GREAT company :)
Finally I got to talk to my surgeon. He said my surgery went beautifully, my leak test had been perfect, and everything was going really well. The highlight of my day in the hospital was getting this awesome bunch of balloons from my sweet friend Lauren. It has a teddy bear with it too.
After what felt like forever, I got to go home. By 8pm I was exhausted and went to bed. My friend Sarah's flight had been delayed, so she and my husband didn't get home until about 12:30am. (My dad stayed in the house with me so that I wasn't alone, and he checked on me often while I was sleeping.) I was awake by the time they got home and I was so happy to see my friend! I stayed up a couple hours with her before going back to bed.
Days 2-5 coming soon!