Tuesday, October 25, 2011

It's Almost Over! Surgery!

Today was the doctor's appointment.  The medicine had been pretty painless (that was a pleasant surprise!) and I had a feeling we were probably heading towards surgery since not much had happened (if you're queasy at the mention of bodily fluids, there will be light mentioning of said fluids, so you may want to turn back now).

The news I had for the doctor was this: the light spotting was picking up again and I had a jar of... "debris".... that was the product of the medicine doing a bit of what it was supposed to do.

Paul had class until mid-afternoon, and so I took the girls along with me, and headed to the doctor's office.  As I drove into the parking lot I remembered that the other doctor... the super doctor, Doctor H, had a second office in the same building as my new doctor, and I wondered if I might run into him.  In my head I imagined the scenario.  I would be indignant.  I would pull the bottle out of my purse and say:  "For your future patients, the next time a woman tells you something is really wrong and she's hemorrhaging, you might want to believe her, because this is not dysfunctional uterine bleeding."  I imagined myself bravely holding out the jar.  

I unloaded the girls, asking Sadie why she'd taken her shoes off yet again, and put Mae in her stroller.  As I approached the large glass doors, the sun reflected off of them and I saw him standing, in the open elevator, with a rather smug smile on his face.  Dr. H.  

By the time the doors opened and I saw that it wasn't actually Dr. H, but a life size decal of Dr. H, with his arms crossed in his white coat, with his name and gynecology embroidered on his pocket, plastered on the front of the elevator doors, I knew that I was far too cowardly to say anything had he been real.  I would likely have waited for the next elevator.  

After hearing that the bleeding hadn't stopped, she (my new doctor) glanced at the "debris" (while Sadie loudly said: "It's the baby!", I wondered how she even associated what was in the jar with me being pregnant three months ago, and the doctor explained: "No Sweetie, that's not the baby.") and ordered a D&C.  Apparently the bleeding means that whatever is there, is still there, even after taking the misoprostal.  I'll find out tomorrow if she managed to convince the OR to fit me in on Thursday, or if we have to wait a bit longer.  

I came home and cooked four meals for the next week, while Sadie and Mae held Paul hostage (it's amazing how differently they play with him when compared with how they play with me... they wrestle with me a little.  They go into bouncing-off-the-wall-giggling-hysterically-tackle-mode when he comes in the room).  The freezer's now full of meals, which always makes me feel better.  And from what I've heard the recovery from D&C's tends to be fairly easy.  

I'm pretty excited about the surgery (is that odd?).  After a three month roller coaster ride, which involved around two and a half months of being pretty sick, the physical side of this might actually be coming to an end (I say might because I feel like I've thought "surely this is it" before and each time I've been wrong).  But really: surely this is it!  


  1. My prayers for your quick recovery and a healthy uterus as the outcome.

    I probably should go to confession over what goes through my head when I think of your "Dr. H." Honestly, the damage they do really should be a mortal sin.

    God bless your NFP doctor for listening and paying attention and speaking so kindly to your little one!

  2. I'm married to a pirate! YAARRRR!!!!


  3. Hey Thomist-

    Aren't you supposed to be studying in the library right now? Not browsing blogs, even super cool blogs?

    Otherwise you're going to be up "studying" all night.

    And I better not find out that you really drove across town to deface that decal!

  4. I am so glad to hear this!! Why this was drawn out so long by different docs, I'll never know. Anyway, it's not a bad recovery, and with a day or so of pain meds, you'll be able to get some much needed sleep. As odd as this sounds, enjoy your recovery. . .you'll know that you're on your way to "life back to normal", and good days ahead. Peace of mind is a wonderful thing (as is good health).

  5. I'm glad that there is light at the end of the tunnel, and that your new NFP doctor is so on top of things. Thank God!

    (And I would be planning a stealth attack on the picture of that other quack...perhaps a nice magic marker mustache and horns.) :)

    God bless!


  6. I'll be praying for you and your family.

  7. glad to hear it's almost over for you. And no, I don't think it's strange you're excited for surgery. It means you are ready to move on with your life, which you haven't been able to do yet. The surgery is easy, mine took less than an hour. And I didn't need any pain meds after day 2. You'll bounce back quickly! Good luck to you. Prayers coming your way.

  8. Cammie, I am praying for you. I am thinking this really will be it. This is what they should have done the first time when you were in the ER. Would have saved you weeks of feeling physically awful. I am so sorry for you. linda

  9. Praying for you and on Thursday night, I'll put you in the prayer basket at Adoration Chapel. I'm quite a bit older than you and had a D&C earlier this year. My recovery went smoothly and quickly. Blessings to you. -Kerry

  10. Good news! Even though you're "pretty excited" about the surgery there are always risks so lots of prayers from this side of the world :0)


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