January 6th 2017 . . . .
Okay so we are gonna rewind just a couple of days.
It was finally the new year and I gave a cheers to a VERY healthy new year! My dad and step-mom (Kimberly) came into town on the 4th and we had a day full of fun planned for the 5th. That Wednesday my dad and Kimberly flew in and my sister and I went to visit them at the hotel we hung out and then they rested a bit before coming over to our house to have dinner. We ordered Rib House, all ate and this was the first time I was meeting Kimberly now that I think about it. Everyone was over we all just had fun and made light of what was happening in just a few days.
Thursday, my sister and I got up semi early and went to meet my dad and Kimberly at the hotel to go shopping. We shopped all day and then when it started to get late (aka rush hour) we headed home. I gave my see ya tomrorow's and my sister and I headed home. When I got home my people all came to visit me and give me well wishes. We all hung out and I attempted to eat as much as possible before midnight because why not. I failed terribly, I honestly could hardly eat anything and I am sure it was because of nerves. Everyone went home around nine and then I prepared for the next day.
The night before my mom helped me pack a hospital bag. We were told I would be there about six days. My bag included : PJs, phone charger, socks, fuzzy socks, slippers, and about 12 pair of underwear. My mom laughed at me when I made her promise that I would get to wear underwear after my surgery. She told me that would be the least of my worries and I thought she was nuts for telling me that, I was very serious about having underwear on. Anyways, that night I had a lot of nerves. Michael and I laid down a little before midnight and I remember not falling asleep until around two AM and then waking up at three AM and forcing myself not to get up and get water.
Now finally January 6th 2017.
I woke up bright and early at 6AM to be at the hospital for 7AM and it was snowing like crazy. Good thing I only had to put something simple on and not do my hair because we had to leave sooner than we anticipated because NEW ENGLAND SNOW. My poor dad is all I have to say. He always visits in the summer and has NEVER had to deal with the snow. Well poor thing had to clean off his car with a Walmart plastic bag, his hand had to of been ice.
When we got to the hospital we went to the room I was told to go to and did the whole check in thing. My whole crew was there. Mom, Adi, Dad, Kimberly, Michael, Liz, and Christina. We were called upstairs to where my family would wait and where I would do pre-op. My mom and dad wouldn't leave my side.
They took me back to pre-op, I got changed, they hooked me up to the monitors (hello high BP), started an IV, and did the routine pre-op stuff. I was a nervous wreck, we all were, but I was trying not to show it. The anesthesiologist came in and well lets just say I didn't like her too much, she made me cry on the morning of the scariest days of my life. Back to anesthesiologist part, she came in to asked questions and explained a lot of things, also things I had no idea would be happening. During her explanation of things I got very upset and started crying for Michael and my dad being the wonderful dad he is told me he loved me kissed me and went and got Michael for me while I through tears said " don't tell anybody I'm crying ". I was a mess.
Then it was time to say see you later. I had finally composed myself and I was getting wheeled back to the OR. I wish I could have gotten my blood pressure and heart rate at that moment because I can only imagine how high it was.
I remember feeling so scared once we got into the OR. I shifted from gurney to the operating table and laid down. Then one of my nurses grabbed my hand (and did not let go until I was asleep) and at that moment I felt so much comfort. I remember thinking she must be a mom. They gave me some loopy medicine, Dr. E and Dr. Darr came in and then they
put the mask over my face to put me to sleep.
My surgery lasted about 4-5 hours and I woke up in ICU later that afternoon. My family was able to see me and I didn't have to wake up with a vent and I was happy about that.
My first hours after waking up were a big blur and the stay in the hospital was an overall very good one. I will write post soon about my stay and recovery in the hospital and about once I got home.
Thanks for letting me be open and vulnerable. Some may wonder why does she want to remember these things in such detail, but it was such a major life moment that its something I will never forget. It would also be something I would later be able to help someone else through.
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