Surgery selfies (and the details)

Well, I made it.

I am officially a first time surgery survivor.  Ok ok, maybe I'm being a little dramatic.  But really, it has now been 6 days since my surgery.

Last Monday morning I got the call saying what time I needed to be there the following day.  At 9 on Tuesday, we left for the clinic thinking we'd be there by 10/10:15 with some time to spare.  Little did we know, I actually wasn't scheduled to get my iv until after 11.  So we waited and waited and waited some more.  Finally, about 11:15, it was time for me to go back.  I donned my super stylin' gown and hair net, and we were officially ready to go.

Truthfully, getting the iv was the part I was most nervous for in the whole process.  Turns out I had good reason to be, because getting one in me was no easy task.  I started to lose confidence when after looking for a vein for a good 10 minutes, none were found.  I guess that's what happens when you don't eat, don't drink, and have teeny tiny veins.  The little hope I had left completely vanished when the nurse went to get someone else, who, wouldn't you know, wasn't there that day.  But, nonetheless, the iv was finally inserted, albeit two times, and everything was set.

Sean was able to sit with me until they took me back, thank goodness.  It would have been a long, lonely wait without him!   Of course, my dear husband, decided taking a surgery selfie was necessary, and since I was the one actually having the procedure done, I figured I should join in :)   

Next thing you know, I'm kissing him goodbye and headed back to the OR.  It was a weird feeling being in there, knowing I was the one that was going to be cut open.  The anesthesiologist gave me something to relax, I looked at the clock and saw 1:15, although now that I think about it, I'm not 100% sure how right that is, and that's it.  That's all I remember.  Next thing I know, I'm waking up in a different room, feeling like I was only out for a few seconds.  

They brought Sean back right away, I know that for sure.  The rest is a little fuzzy.  One thing I know with certainty, my left hand was cold.  Freezing, freezing cold.  Sean says it wasn't, buuuutt I'm still convinced it absolutely was! ;) And despite his very loving preparedness to get anything ridiculous I said or did on camera, there was none of that, thankfully!  And then, sometime around 3:15, or so I'm told, we headed home.  

The surgery took longer than was expected due to the amount of endo, cysts, and scar tissue that was present, which totally explains the infertility over the last 10 months, but other than that, all went well- praise the Lord!  

Since then, I've been getting a lot of rest, too much really, but for the most part, I'm feeling good again.  I only took the pain pills for 2 days before I started just using advil as needed.  And now, there's still some pain, but it gets better each day.

Next week we'll meet with the doctor again for my post-op where we'll be able to find out more information about how the surgery went and what our next steps are.  Even sitting here now, it feels a little surreal that this step is done and over with.  This procedure was long awaited, since I scheduled it back in May, but now that it's done, it just feels strange.  Like it didn't really happen, although the pain, and the scars, tell me different ;) 

But nonetheless, it's an exciting time for me, knowing that this was one of the major things that stood in the way of us having a baby.  I'm anxious to get back and get all the details, so I'll be sure to update then, but for now, I'm just continuing to be so incredibly thankful for the doctors and nurses that took such great care of me, and for God who has had this all worked out long before I even knew there was a problem.  What a blessing it is to have a God who cares so much for us!