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Well I'm not quite sure what to talk about, but I feel like I should update, so I guess I'll just ramble on & let the spirit move me. The first thing that comes to mind is my surgery. It went well. I suppose I'll fill you in on that. We stayed in Blossvale at Scott's mothers so that we could leave from there instead of home. I was up super early, and just anxious to get the whole thing over & done with. We arrived at the hospital & Scott dropped me off at the registration door so that I could let them know I was there & he could park the car. I made it to the desk and the lady asked my name & I had such a lump in my throat that I couldn't speak.... It was one of those if I talk I'm going to cry moments; so I just looked at her until I cried... great huh? By that time Scott was there. I checked in was escorted to my room. I went to the 3rd Floor. That's also Labor & Delivery. They proceeded to take me to my room, which happened to be the exact room that I requested I not be in. It was right next to the the nursery & where the glass was so that everyone could look at the new arrivals. Now, not to sound rude but I just didn't want to witness this after just waking up from a hysterectomy that I wasn't thrilled about having. I had a few thing that needed to be done, IV etc. That was a ball of "Fun" too. You'd think after having 8 previous surgeries that I would be a pro... well I told the nurse that my IV needed to go in the top of my left hand, and explained that they've had a very difficult/ impossible time getting them started anywhere else. She on the other hand thought I had "GREAT veins" and that she could get it on my forearm where it wouldn't "hurt". So, being the push over that I am, I agreed to let her try. Well that was a huge mistake, I was right. She hit a valve in my arm & couldn't go any farther, she wiggled it around etc. ect. to the point that I nearly tore Scott's hand off & he even said "OOOO" "Uhhhh" as he was watching her. After a few minutes of "Don't cry hunny, I'm almost done" She reluctantly went to my left hand where it easily went in the first time. I hate to say "I told you so".
There was Nurses manager that came in to introduce herself. She was great, and she promptly said. "Mrs. Williams, I've looked at your chart & you will be moved to another room when you return from surgery". That made me feel like someone noticed. I told her that it wasn't a big deal now, that I was already here but she said the change would be made.
Soon after Scott accompanied me down stairs where we said our goodbye & I was on my way.
The surgery went as planned, I woke up in a new room, to find my mother, sister & Scott all relieved that I was alright. They moved me as far as they could from the nursery, I was actually in Pediatrics & there was a boy next door who had just had surgery too, it was heart wrenching to hear him call for his mother. He sounded just like Ty. A few hours later the nurse came to me & said that pediatrics was admitting a lot of children and that they'd need my room, so they asked if I minded going back to the first room- at that point I really didn't mind. I figured if that little boy was tough enough to go through surgery I could suck it up & stay in that room . I stayed that night & was released the next day. My recovery has been pretty well. I thought that it was weird that I actually went into the hospital in more pain that I came out with or that I've had since. I was so grateful for the ladies from church that brought dinner or came for a visit. I saw the Dr. for my 2 week follow up & he said that thing were going well. So, for now I'm just taking it easy & enjoying my next couple of weeks off with Ty. It seems to be going by faster than I thought it would.