I'm not sure how much I blogged in the past about my gall stone situation. But I seem to have developed a whole bunch of big ol' gall stones during my pregnancy. They've been causing me pain since about September. I kept putting it off because of breastfeeding, but the pain has become intolerable (and now that Peyton is eating 3 meals of solid food a day, it's no problem for her to drink some pumped milk while I recover). I wake up in the middle of the night... doubled over and crying. It's horrible. And it lasts sometimes up to 6 hours without relief. Nothing really helps. Thus... they're going to cut me open! YIKES!
My surgery is scheduled for January 6th! THIS WEDNESDAY!!! Please Pray!
I've NEVER had surgery in my whole life. Still have my tonsils... still have my appendix... even still have my wisdom teeth. Peyton's birth was natural... not even a C-section under my belt. I'm terrified.
I've never been artificially put to sleep and I think that scares me more than the actually cutting open! Any words of consolation for me, dear readers?
I met the surgeon, and he's got about 15 years of experience under his belt and commented that he's done about 1,000 of these surgeries in the past couple months. I'm guessing that means I'm in good hands.
There will be only one incision in my belly button... the doctor says it will heal without even a mark (which I'm happy about... not that I intend to parade around in a bikini any time soon... but you know, a girl wants to look her best!)
I have the butterflies just thinking about all of this! Please, I covet your prayers and encouraging words! Do any of you have surgery stories to tell? (NO HORROR STORIES UNTIL AFTER I'M DONE, OKAY?)