Laparoscopy with Tubal Procedure

Friday I had my laparoscopy surgery with tubal procedure. Here's how it went.

Friday we got up super early and went to the surgery center. At about 7:30 they called me back into my own little room. Let me say, the place was nice. It looked like an ER but with your own room that had a door and bathroom (way better than the other surgery center I had other stuff done at, that was more like a doctor office).

After I got changed into my super revealing gown got my IV and went over everything with the Nurse they called my hubby back to be with me. The Anesthesiologist came in and talked to us about everything he was going to do and asked me a few medical history type questions.

At 8:30 on the dot the Nurse and Anesthesiologist both came in to get me. The Anesthesiologist gave me a drug in my IV and said I might feel a little drunk. I sure did, last thing I remember is giggling and saying I sure do feel drunk as I was wheeled down the hallway.

When I woke up Steve was with me and I was back in my little room. I had some mild discomfort because I felt like I had to pee bad (was told that's because of the catheter, removed before I woke). But no pain. I tried to pee a few times but they told me it would be hard because of the cath. But I was able to go. ]

I have three small slits that each have three staples in them and covered with bandages and was told it's normal for them to weep a bit.

Once I was awake enough Steve told me what the doctor told him right after. I had a few things going on. First he advised the endometriosis was not too bad and he was able to remove it all. Second he located and removed a cyst on one of me ovaries. And the big kicker, both of my tubes were completely blocked!

I'm not sure of the details. But the doctor said by fixing it just increased our chances of conception by 100% (go figure if the tubes were blocked).

I will know more on Wednesday when I have the staples removed.

The weekend was not too bad as long as I kept up with the pain medicine every five hours and today, Monday, I'm back to work (remember I sit for my 12 hour shift) and have very mild discomfort and taking only Tylenol when needed. Nut if I had a more active job I would have taken a few more days off.

I am very excited for trying again and what the next few moths might bring us!

If anyone reading this would like to ask me question about this surgery please email me.

Pre Op

This morning while trying to stay up as late as I could I grabbed my cell to see how late I had made it, 1:15am. Not bad I thought. But than it hit me...it was now May 19th. That date rang a bell to me. Oh crap! It's my pre op day! I run into the bedroom and wake my hubby by saying "how bad do you want to hate me?"

He asked what had I done.

I told him the best way I could..."I thought my pre op was Thursday morning, well I was wrong, and it's at 7am today."

So right to bed I went. And because we live beyond BFE, meant it would be a short nap. Sure enough 5:30am came very early. Too early. But I some how managed to brush my teeth and hair and drag my butt into the car.

We made it their with not a moment to spare : )

After checking in, talking with registration and again registration in the pre op area.My name was called I knew what was coming. Blood.

Blood does not bother me, the poke does. But this nurse was wonderful and I barley felt a thing. And my vitals were also checked.

Today it hit me. I'm having surgery Friday. That's the day after tomorrow. I'm getting nervous. Nervous for the pain that might be felt. Nervous for what they might find. Nervous wondering if this will make my monthly pain go away. Nervous if this will allow me to get pregnant.

Don't get me wrong, for all the reasons I'm nervous, I'm excited to get this going. To see were we stand and whats next.

What's next.

SWAGGER WAGON

At Work

I wanted to blog tonight but I am busy at work right now.



Maybe later : )

Mothers Day.

Today is Mothers Day. The day I remind my mom how wonderful she is. The day we all make sure to say "Happy Mothers Day" to all the moms we know. I am a step mom. I am proud of that and this year I received the most beautiful hand made card from E. He brings much joy to my life every time I get to be with him.

But, today is Mothers Day. I am reminded that I am not a mother yet. Nor am I even pregnant. I know that I am a parent. But I want more. I want to be the one my child goes to for comfort after a bad dream. I want to be the one they run and kiss after a long day. I want to be the one to make sure there clothes are clean and lunch is packed and homework is done everyday. I want to be the one at the parent teacher meetings. I want to be the one who gets the new name...Mom.

I know it is way to soon to give up hope and that after only a year of trying we are finally in the right direction. I know that. But it does not change how I feel. I am hopeful for the future and I know that one day I will be a mom, weather it be from my womb or from my heart. But today is Mothers Day and today I am not Mom.

I am however, at work (till 6am) with my great co-workers and they make me smile. And to top it all of, my hubby picked up an overtime shift and he is here today too.

P.S. I thought I would show you a wonderful picture of my sweet Fur-Babies : )

Things change so fast...

Well...here it is. In February this year I came down with the worst pain I have ever felt. I went to the ER where they ran a bunch of tests and decided I needed my Gallbladder out pronto. So the next morning I was being wheeled into surgery and came out with one less organ.

A month later, in March the same debilitating pain returned. Went to a new doctor who ordered up an EGD and found an ulcer in my esophagus. I now take a medicine everyday to help heal it.

April came and went. I thought I was healed. But I had some issues with my bowl movements. So the doctor ordered up a colonoscopy. That came back all clear.

That brings us to May. The pain came back. This time I decided to see my gyno (simply because my hubby wanted me to). I explained to him all that has happened and the pain that keeps coming around when I have my period and how we have been trying to conceive a child for a year with no luck. That's when he said "have you ever heard of endometrious?" (The only thing I ever heard about it was, it was bad to have and you would never be able to have babies.) I began to tear up. He than kindly drew me a picture and explained it all to me. He also told me that the only way to see how bad it is and to remove missed placed cells is with Laparoscopy.

So that is where I am at. We have the date scheduled for the surgery this month and I guess we see from there on where to go.

About Me

My name is Becky and I'm 27. I was born and raised in Florida and now live with my husband, his son and our three dogs. My husband is a Police Sergent and I am currently an Emergency Operator and Dispatcher. I have a loving and supportive family and great friends. My life is not perfect but I think I'm pretty lucky to have it. The good and the bad.