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D&C, over and done
I went in Monday for my surgery. There was a lot of chatter from the nurses about possible causes of my m/c (does it matter?), and then they gave me a valium. I asked to get one for P, and I'm not sure my joke was well received. I joke when I'm nervous.
The post-op experience itself was quite possibly the most painful moment of my life. As it turns out, you get the surgery, then you go to recovery and they start a bag of pitocin. I begged my dr to skip that step (I mean, the baby is already gone, mission accomplished, right?), but in dramatic fashion, he explained that without the pitocin to contract my uterus down, I could bleed to death. I don't really believe that, but I imagine that speech works for 90% of his patients.
Anyway, I awoke in recovery, writhing in pain. They must have thought I was trying to get out of bed, because they restrained me (just for a bit). I was only trying to turn onto my side. I had already had 10 mg of morphine and phenegren (for nausea) before the pitocen began. The cramps were so awful that I then got dilauded, and two doses of toradol. Finally, relief came. And then hives. So then I had benadryl.
3 hours later, I was on my way home. And after it took all those meds to make me comfortable, guess what they gave me as a prescription for home: aleve. Really?? I went home, slept until 6 pm, then woke to more cramps, called the on-call doc and got a new script for norco, a narcotic that didn't really relieve the pain, but made me groggy enough to sleep.
Emotionally, I'm ok. Friday and Saturday, before the surgery were a little tough, and seeing super young babies on tv or in movies is really tough, but I am guessing that's normal. P was an excellent nurse, and handled all the care taking responsibilities like a champ. He had never even been inside a hospital, and immediately jumped into action whenever I needed him.
So the upside of this is, I got to appreciate P in a new light, and he and I both had a lot of discussion about the future. We are batting around the idea of getting married this summer, and then we will start actively trying again.
Re: D&C, over and done
What a miserable time all around. Glad for you that it's over. And yay for you and P talking about the future.
Pitocin is no bueno.
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I am sorry, that's shitty.
I am a blend of surprised and not surprised that you guys are talking about kids. But as a former "no behbehs please", I understand. Good luck!
P sounds really sweet.
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That sounds awful. Because dilauded is some heavy duty shiit. I think MJ had that before or with the "white milk". My drug loving parents used to wax poetic about that stuff. I think I had pitocin but they had me so hopped up on staydol (sp?) that I didn't feel anything during labor.
Sorry this was terrible. I can't even imagine. Glad P stepped up and you have a new life plan that makes you guys happy and able to look to the future.
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That is awful, Mo. I'm glad that you're ok now, though. Toradol is the bomb.
I'm glad you and P are able to look to the future and make a plan that makes you happy, though.
$hit.
I can't think of anything else to say. I like to curse in those situations.
I'm sorry, but I'm glad that you and P have each other.
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"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
Yeah, but Wendy is doing a real wedding, and I'm hoping to skate by wearing a cute dress I saw at Anthropologie and just going out to dinner afterwards.
We are going to Florida (blah) with his family in July for their summer trip, and plan on just doing a beach ceremony while we're there. I guess I'll invite my dad and my sister to be there for the weekend, but I wouldn't be shocked if I also give them a free pass to miss it. I'm just not a wedding person. I'd much rather see that money be put into a great honeymoon, or a bank account for my hopeful maternity leave. Although, with his job, it's doubtful we'll even have a honeymoon, so I guess that means more maternity leave money.
Getting old and responsible is weird.
I read this earlier and didn't respond because there's nothing to say that can make it better. Then I thought maybe you would feel weird with a bunch of reads and not a lot of responses, like everyone is just gawking.
Seriously though, I'm so sorry it was such an awful experience. I hope all of this paves the way to better times for you and P.