Stitched Up

Yesterday afternoon we dropped Asher off at a friend's house and headed to the hospital for my cerclage. It has a fancy sounding name, but isn't a really complicated or lengthy procedure...thank goodness. After checking in and waiting for a bit I make it downstairs to the pre-op area where the hooked up my IV. After that....more waiting, as this is after all a hospital. My surgery was scheduled for 3:30, and, big surprise I wasn't wheeled into the operating room until 4:30. They administered a spinal injection (oh, so fun) and got to work, a little too quickly in my opinion because I was still feeling more than I'd have liked. But, I knew that the more anesthesia they gave me, the longer I'd be in recovery and still at the hospital, and the less stuff going through my body the better for the baby's sake, right? It really wasn't too bad just a little discomfort. My position during this procedure is a little, oh, precarious and awkward shall we say?

Then it was off to the recovery area for me. There is one major detail I haven't yet mentioned...as everyone knows, surgery equals NO FOOD OR DRINK. My doc said I could eat at 6 AM, so I crammed a piece of bread and some water down and rolled back to bed. A late afternoon surgery time does NOT bide well for a pregnant lady. No food, all day, are you joking? I think not being able to eat might have distracted me from thinking about what was coming most of the day, but that was the only upside. I was in recovery until 7:30 before my nurse let me know that, although it's not allowed, Corey would be coming down with some food...they'd just pull the curtain around us. Hallelujah! Once he came down with my Subway sandwich, soup and water I found out how he'd maneuvered all the glorious contraband food. He'd been letting the check-in guy upstairs (first name basis now...Patrick) watch his ipod...some random show called Dr. Horrible's Musical Blog. Corey asked about food for me, and voila! A call was made downstairs, and soon I was saved! A little sharing with the right person and you get the hook-up!

It still took us until just before 11 PM to finally get outta that place. It doesn't matter what you do, you can't will your body to be un-numb. I tried for hours to wiggle my toes and had no results whatsoever. By that time I was grumpy and irritated, and just wanted out. Asher had been long asleep at the Symes house (he had a lot more fun than we did, and what great friends to help us out like that!), but we picked him up anyway and headed for home.

Corey's taking care of us all for the weekend while I lay low for a few days. The surgery went well and we are happy that the baby should now stay safely inside. Yah!