This is me the night before surgery.As I said in my about me, I am starting this a little late because I found this blog a little after I had my surgery and it helped me so much to see others progress so I figured I would start one of my own in hopes of helping someone else.
A little about myself:
I am 18 years old and am a sophomore in college.
I have a four month old son, Aiden, who could not be a better child. I figured this would be the best time in mine and his life to do this surgery because he's not crawling all over the place yet and doesn't need constant attention.
I have a boyfriend, Anthony, who has been a big help through this process.
I am also part of a family of eight, I have four sisters and 3 brothers...I am smack dab in the middle, #4.
This is me with my surgeon the morning of surgery.
About my surgery:
I had my surgery on June 1st 2009, I arrived at the hospital at 6:30 am, we did all of the pre-surgery stuff, spoke with anesthesia, saw my surgeon for a few minutes before, said good bye to my mom and off I went! The hardest part for me was saying good bye to my son, I am the type of person who worries too much and thinks too much (could not stop thinking about the fatal risks with anesthesia).
My surgery lasted 6 hours, I do not remember waking up in the recovery room, I do know though that my mother came in to see me. My sister had just flown in that day also from California to stay for 2 weeks to help me. She was by far the biggest help, she was getting up with me during the night every 3 hours it seemed like to take my medicine, and she would stay up with me if I wasn't feeling well.
My stay in the hospital:
This is Day 1, I was in the ICU. I had a lot of blood in my mouth and nose.
This was Day 2 when I had Anthony come up to be with me.
This was Day 3 when I first came home.I stayed a total of 3 days and 2 nights. In all honesty I HATED being in the hospital. I was constantly nauseous, the pain medicine was making me even more sick. Thankfully I only got sick once in the hospital, there were a couple of close calls but just once did I actually get sick.
For the first night I was in the ICU, and while I was there I was pretty much just in and out of it, my mom stayed with me overnight the two nights that I was in the hospital. After my first night in the ICU I was moved to a regular room. Which did not turn out good at all. I think it was the move that did it, but up until that point I had held it together pretty well. I felt like I was burning up in that room, the pain medicine and nausea medicine was not helping me, I kept having break downs, and I wouldn't eat. I started to really miss my son...this was my first time being away from him for more then 3 hours. I didn't want him to come to the hospital though because of the whole swine flu thing going on. I originally wasn't even going to have Anthony (boyfriend) come to the hospital, I wanted to stay with the baby at all times and make sure he was fine, but when I got moved to my regular room I just kept breaking down so I had my mom call him and tell him I needed him to come up. The day after that was when I returned home. As soon as I walked in my door I burst into tears and couldn't wait to hold Aiden. My whole family was there waiting for me, I knew I looked like a monster, but I commend them for holding it together and thank them for not being their normal selves and teasing me.
Home:
Once I was home I definitely did start to feel a little better, I slept on the couch for the first week. My mouth was and still is completely banded shut and I also have a splint in there too. Because of that everything I ate had to be pure liquid, without even any fine particles. Because I wasn't really eating much I couldn't take the liquid percaset, and for some reason my surgeon didn't send me home with any nausea medicine, even though nausea was my main complaint in the hsopital. So after my first visit with him I demanded some nausea medicine, and as soon as I got home and it kicked in it worked like a charm. My sleeping was really sporatic, I tried to stay awake as much as I could during the day so I could spend time with everyone, and at night I was always with my sister who flew in from California. Day 4 for me was the worst, I wound up getting sick pretty bad that night, and I truly felt like I was slowly dying. I never want to experience that again.
This was Day 5. Day 6 was when I finally started feeling better.This is all for now. I will post about my other healing days the next chance I get!
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