Yesterday I had an operation, a simple procedure to repair an umbilical hernia that appeared during my last pregnancy 7-8 years ago. Being our 5th child, and that the four before him included twins, were all likely contributors. Lifting many heavy boxes of slate during the final month of pregnancy while working on a large flooring project might have been a tipping point, as well.
Anyway, it had been put off long enough & my doctor said it was time to "patch me up."
That's what they did yesterday.
There is no convenient time to recover from surgery, but I figured now is as good a time as any. Fall and winter are more likely to bring colds and coughs, and we are much busier with sports and activities. Summers are leisurely in that aspect.
So here I am.
I was literally "patched up." A mesh patch was placed on the back of my abdominal wall, and stitched into place. The patch will stay there, new tissue will grow into it and it should be stronger than ever before. Beau thinks this is incredible.
He also asked if the mom on the Sound of Music had to have a patch, too, since she had so many children. (I didn't remind him that they were motherless, a key circumstance of the story.)
Something of note -should you happen to be having a hernia operation- is that my surgeon and anesthesiologist decided that I was a good candidate for local anesthesia and monitored IV sedation, rather than general anesthesia.
I highly recommend this! There seem to be less risks and waking up was quick and easy. I've only had surgery once before, a tonsillectomy when I was 16, which I had general anesthesia for. I fell asleep much the same, but the waking up was so much better.
I don't remember a thing about the operation after I was strapped to the operating table (which I found surprisingly comfortable for the minute or less before drifting off to sleep.)
Now the recovery phase. I'm hoping it goes as smooth as possible!
I don't do narcotics, so I'm boycotting the strong pain meds prescribed to me. I'd much prefer to have pain over altered sensation & wooziness.
The downside to this is last night was pretty uncomfortable. (Ok, today has been, too.. our core is a highly used area and I'm feeling it big time with each small movement.)
The upside is that I'm not drugging myself and I think I'll heal much better. Feeling when I'm tweaking stitches or straining the affected area is preventing me from overdoing things.
Thank goodness surgery was a breeze & I'm home recovering.
Thank goodness for Mitch who's caring for me kindly.
Thank goodness for the kids who wreaked havoc on my midsection.
And for my mom who brings get well ice cream (gelato, actually) to her kids.. long after we're grown.
Thank goodness for a wonderfully full life that I can't wait to resume at a normal pace in a few days.
And, though it's not under favorable circumstances, I'm thankful for some down time.
Time to read, write, process thoughts, and more.
I have much to share!
Peace, Love, and Battle Scars,