I spent a lot of the weekend sleeping, and just generally trying to forget that I was carrying a dead baby. I have to say, it seems very unfair that I still feel pregnant. I still feel sick, I still have to pee in the middle of the night, I'm still tired and gassy. I asked my other surro friends online (many of whom have had miscarriages), and they all said that they felt pregnant right up until the baby was actually gone.
So, today was the D&C. The hospital is about 45 minutes away, and the traffic can be horrible. We had to be there at 9:50. So, we decided to leave at about 8. We figured that if we got down there no problem, we cold just go to a book store or something. But, if there ended up being traffic, we wouldn't be late. As Linnell was eating breakfast at about 7:45 (I wasn't allowed to eat or drink), the phone rang. It was the hospital, asking if we could come in early, because there had been a cancellation. I said that we could leave in about 5 minutes, but it all depended on traffic.
So, we hopped in the car and took off. No traffic, and we even got there in less than 45 minutes. We stopped in registration and gave my name. We waited. It took a long time. The registration guy was a chatty fellow, but we finally finished. We got back to the surgery waiting room, and they took us back almost immediately. I got all robed up, the nurse came in to do my vitals, my IV, and get all of my info, and then we waited. And waited. Linnell desperately needed a coffee, but he couldn't leave while I was in pre-op. Nurses came in and said that the OB and the anesthesiologist would be in to meet us. We waited. The OB game in and said hi and made sure we were OK with everything. Then, we waited some more. The anesthesiologist came in and asked me anesthesia questions. He looked doubtful when I told him I didn't sneak and food or water. I told him I am prone to post-op nausea, and could I please have some Zofran. He said he has a few tricks for nausea, and he'd help me out. He left and we waited some more. They finally took me back at 11:30, a full 20 minutes before my original time. We had waited for over 3 hours.
Linnell went to go get his coffee, and they wheeled me back to surgery. I got positioned on the table, and the anesthesiologist gave me something in my IV that made me a bit dizzy. Then, I was being wheeled into recovery. I was crying. I don't know why. I remember absolutely nothing between looking dizzily at the lights above me and being pushed into a recovery area.
After a few minutes, a nurse came in and talked to me a bit. I was still a bit groggy, so I don't remember exactly what happened. She asked me if I felt sick, and I said no. She asked if I thought I was ready to try to eat & drink a little something. I said yes. She brought me some Sprite and a little pack of graham crackers, which she told me to slowly eat. I did, and was OK. When I was about halfway through, she asked if I thought I could sit in a chair. I said yes, so she brought in a recliner. When I was OK in the chair, she called Linnell in. I finished my crackers & sprite, and she watched to make sure it stayed down. It did, so she took out the IV and let me get ready to go home. When I was dressed, they wheeled me out to the front, and we got in the car and came home.
I came home and went to sleep. But, this evening was my daughter's back to school night/orientation thing. She starts high school this year. Not only that, but this is her first year of school ever, as we have homeschooled up until now. So, it was very important for me to go if I could. I did. I'm very glad I went, but it made me feel pretty shitty. Now for sleeping. I'm so tired.
So, today was the D&C. The hospital is about 45 minutes away, and the traffic can be horrible. We had to be there at 9:50. So, we decided to leave at about 8. We figured that if we got down there no problem, we cold just go to a book store or something. But, if there ended up being traffic, we wouldn't be late. As Linnell was eating breakfast at about 7:45 (I wasn't allowed to eat or drink), the phone rang. It was the hospital, asking if we could come in early, because there had been a cancellation. I said that we could leave in about 5 minutes, but it all depended on traffic.
So, we hopped in the car and took off. No traffic, and we even got there in less than 45 minutes. We stopped in registration and gave my name. We waited. It took a long time. The registration guy was a chatty fellow, but we finally finished. We got back to the surgery waiting room, and they took us back almost immediately. I got all robed up, the nurse came in to do my vitals, my IV, and get all of my info, and then we waited. And waited. Linnell desperately needed a coffee, but he couldn't leave while I was in pre-op. Nurses came in and said that the OB and the anesthesiologist would be in to meet us. We waited. The OB game in and said hi and made sure we were OK with everything. Then, we waited some more. The anesthesiologist came in and asked me anesthesia questions. He looked doubtful when I told him I didn't sneak and food or water. I told him I am prone to post-op nausea, and could I please have some Zofran. He said he has a few tricks for nausea, and he'd help me out. He left and we waited some more. They finally took me back at 11:30, a full 20 minutes before my original time. We had waited for over 3 hours.
Linnell went to go get his coffee, and they wheeled me back to surgery. I got positioned on the table, and the anesthesiologist gave me something in my IV that made me a bit dizzy. Then, I was being wheeled into recovery. I was crying. I don't know why. I remember absolutely nothing between looking dizzily at the lights above me and being pushed into a recovery area.
After a few minutes, a nurse came in and talked to me a bit. I was still a bit groggy, so I don't remember exactly what happened. She asked me if I felt sick, and I said no. She asked if I thought I was ready to try to eat & drink a little something. I said yes. She brought me some Sprite and a little pack of graham crackers, which she told me to slowly eat. I did, and was OK. When I was about halfway through, she asked if I thought I could sit in a chair. I said yes, so she brought in a recliner. When I was OK in the chair, she called Linnell in. I finished my crackers & sprite, and she watched to make sure it stayed down. It did, so she took out the IV and let me get ready to go home. When I was dressed, they wheeled me out to the front, and we got in the car and came home.
I came home and went to sleep. But, this evening was my daughter's back to school night/orientation thing. She starts high school this year. Not only that, but this is her first year of school ever, as we have homeschooled up until now. So, it was very important for me to go if I could. I did. I'm very glad I went, but it made me feel pretty shitty. Now for sleeping. I'm so tired.
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