This past weekend went down as one of my worst ever. If you remember, I had been having MAJOR heartburn while pregnant. Fast forward to my 6 week pp check up and I let my dr know I was still having the pain. She figured it wasn't really heartburn, because that should have already gone away after the baby was born. I suggested maybe it was my gallbladder. She asked why I thought that and I told her because all those nights I was up for hours with that horrendous pain, I was googling and each time it led me to my gallbladder. She set me up for an ultrasound and sent me on my way.
The ultrasound showed I had gallstones. BOO! My dr called with the results and sent me to see a surgeon. The surgeon went over everything with me and told me I would be going in on Friday at 7:45 for a 9:45 procedure and would be going home soon after I woke up. When I woke up in recovery, I heard them talking on the phone to my Sister telling them I was going up to room 436. Uhh, I don't think so! They said the dr would be in to speak to me and that I should still be going home sometime that day.
The dr came to speak to me and let me know that he had found a blockage and that I would need a scan done. The scan would be done Saturday and afterwards he was pretty sure I would get to go home. This meant I was spending the night in the hospital and without my Lucas! Cue the waterworks.
Saturday came and I had the scan done. I of course asked the tech guy what he saw. He told me there was def something going on and that the fluid was going through my liver and thats why I was still having the pain. Augh, this meant I was spending ANOTHER night without my baby. Cue waterworks again!
Sunday came and they said I was going to have stent placed in my liver to open up the bile duct and let the bile travel through the correct way. This procedure should take 30 minutes and I should go home after. YES! 1 o'clock came and the dr came in and said one of the nurses had gotten sick and had to go home. My procedure would have to be postponed until Monday because they needed 2 nurses to do the procedure. WTF, seriously!?! Cue MAJOR waterworks. I was done. I was tired of not being home and especially of not being with my baby. Would he remember me? Was he sad? I was just finished. Luckily the sweetest nurse ever came in on her day off and I was able to have the procedure done at 3:45 on Sunday. She was my personal angel. I think I thanked her about 30,000 times. I even remember waking up in recovery thanking her. lol I ended up having to spend the night on Sunday because they had to do blood work on Monday morning but by this time I was thankful to be feeling better and was accepting of the full nights rest that I was sure to receive. Sure enough Sunday night was the best night of sleep I have had in a while and on Monday I was discharged.
I was so happy to see Lucas! He was well taken care of by family (which I had no doubt he would be). I'm not even sure he realized we were gone for so long. I'm home now and feeling so much better each day. I can finally say I am thankful for having the procedure done.
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