I know I haven’t been posting much recently, and I just wanted to stop by and say a quick hello and pretty much mention why I haven’t been around much or active on Twitter as much as usual.
Also, since this post isn’t really book related, I’m kind of going off topic to talk about some stuff that you may or may not care about, so feel free to skip it =P
On November 17th I went in for a bilateral salpingectomy at the hospital, where they removed both of my Fallopian tubes. It was a quick surgery, and although I was home early in the day and it wasn’t nearly as bad as I had anticipated (I’ll touch on that in a moment), I haven’t wanted to do pretty much anything except sleep since then. I’m just going to give a general low down about the day, since to be honest, when I was looking for information about the surgery, I loved reading other bloggers’ experiences.
First of all, I decided to have this procedure done for a variety of reasons. Number one being I already have two beautiful daughters with my husband, and both of them have special needs. Neither of us could imagine a world where we had another child, and since we’ve been together for over ten years, we decided that permanent birth control was the way to go.
Since this is the United States and insurance is freaking terrible, a vasectomy wasn’t covered by his insurance, but a tubal ligation was covered, so I decided to get the procedure done.
When my doctor was explaining this to me, she also told me that instead of doing a tubal ligation, she usually opts to do a bilateral salpingectomy instead, which is where she would remove the Fallopian tubes completely. Not only is this wayyyy more effective when it comes to birth control, it also has a significant ovarian cancer reduction, because apparently most ovarian cancers actually develop in the Fallopian tubes (yep, totally didn’t know that). The recovery time is a little bit longer (by about a week), but other than that, it wouldn’t really be much different. So I figured hell, sign me up for that!
Another reason I opted to get the surgery done is because after having tried other birth control methods, I kind of didn’t want to deal with it anymore. I hated being on the pill, and most pills I’m not even able to take because I have migraines with auras, and regular birth control pills can interact negatively with you if you suffer from those, which can cause blood clots and other horrible problems. Plus, I’m forgetful as hell so I figured I’d never remember to take them (also, they turn me into a hormonal idiot, as I’ve noticed the few times I had been on them). IUDs and the little rod they stick in your arm were also not options for me, as anything weird being stuck in the body like that freaks me out (I won’t even wear contacts).
Finally, with the random health problems that I have (I have early degenerative disc disease in my back, issues with my thyroid, and horrible panic and anxiety disorders), I don’t want to have any more children. So I was sure about this.
My surgery was scheduled for that Friday at 5:30 in the morning (yes, I know, what? Seriously?), and my mom went with me while my husband watched our two daughters. I had been an anxious blob of nerves and constant panic attacks for the week leading up to the surgery, and even worse on the day of the surgery, but the nurses who I saw at the hospital were pretty nice to me (and all babied me except one, but I found myself really liking her because she essentially just told me things and didn’t worry that I was going to cry like everyone else seemed to, haha).
So I got there at 5:30, got on an awesome purple hospital gown with some adorable purple slipper socks (which they let me keep, yay!), and then they told me my surgery wouldn’t be until 7:30, so I kind of sat there panicking and talking to my mom until my doctor showed up (I had NEVER been so happy to see her). She told me a bit about the surgery, had me fill out a few forms and consents, and then the anesthesiologist came to talk to me for a few minutes. She told me she was going to give me something to calm my nerves (and it would make me look like a cheap date, which I thought was funny), and then I said goodbye to my mom and they rolled me down the hall.
By the time we got into the operating room, I was more or less giggling about everything and making my doctor and the anesthesiologist promise they wouldn’t let me die (and also asking them why they had chain saws in the operating room – hint: it wasn’t a chain saw, i was just drugged up and didn’t have my glasses on). I told them I was terrified, my doctor actually held my hand, and before I knew what was happening, I was waking up in recovery.
Recovery was the coldest place I have ever been. Actually, I was probably really cold from the anesthesia, but the nurse gave me an awesome thing that kind of looked like a tube from a dryer hooked up to the wall, where it blew hot air into the blankets on the bed. I swear, I want one of those for my bedroom!
After being there for a few minutes, they took me back to my room to see my mom, gave me some ice chips (OH MY GOD THEY WERE AMAZING), and then like ten minutes later told me to try and go to the bathroom to pee, and I was free to go home. Apparently they had a lot of surgeries scheduled for the day, and they needed me out of there or something, but I was happy to go home, honestly.
My doctor told me everything went just fine, and I needed to take it easy for about two weeks until my post-op appointment, which is on the 30th. She was happy to see me feeling fine and sent me off.
Once I got home, my husband helped me in the house (I was still a bit groggy and loopy from the anesthesia and the Vicodin they gave me before I left the hospital), and I got all cozy in warm pajamas and spent the rest of the day lying around while he took care of the kids and tidied up.
They gave me a prescription for Tylenol 3, and I took three of them on Friday, two on Saturday, and one on Sunday, so I didn’t really need them as much as I had thought I would. I started taking Ibuprofen for pain instead, because I didn’t really like the tummy troubles I got from the Tylenol 3.
I honestly expected a hell of a lot more pain from the surgery, to be honest. I only have three small incisions – one above my belly button, one on the left side of my stomach, and one way down below my belly button. The hardest challenge is getting comfortable, to be honest. I can’t ever find a good position to sleep in, and since I had a bit of a bad cough (I’m not sure if I had a cold prior to the surgery or if it was from the breathing tube), I spent the first two nights I was home sitting upright to sleep on the couch.
Since I got home, the only thing that I’ve wanted to do is just sleep. Constantly. I feel like I can’t get enough. I doze off randomly throughout the day, even when I’m not taking any medication. It’s nice to be able to just fall asleep though and let my husband take care of the girls, though – I usually never get to do that!
Like I said, I expected way more pain and discomfort from this surgery than I’ve actually found myself having. Getting up and sitting down has been really difficult (my husband usually helps me with both), and bending over is impossible right now, and while I do get some random pains (and itches on the stitches), it hasn’t been all that bad.
I spent two weeks in tears, crying, and having like 5 panic attacks a day because I was afraid of the general anesthesia and the breathing tube they were going to put in after I was asleep, and it wasn’t anything to be scared of in the end, anyway. Everything went fine and it wasn’t worth being that terrified over. The cough and the sore throat and runny nose really sucked, but I got over it in a few days.
Since I’m only 28, to be honest I kind of expected some people to try to talk me out of doing this, but not a single person had. I read some horror stories about other women going for this procedure and their doctors refusing to do it, or needing their husband’s consent or whatever, but it was seriously a smooth and easy ride from the moment I brought it up with my doctor until now. I love that no one has told me it was a mistake or that I’ll regret it (yet, anyway – I’m sure I’ll get that eventually!).
I’m happy with the choice that I made. Now I’ll have time to focus on the two beautiful daughters I already have, their special needs, and of course, my husband, who kind of takes a back burner to everything else (and I’m sorry about that). I’ll also have the chance to focus on me for a while – writing, hobbies, and my own dreams of traveling, without having to worry about my own health concerns and how they would be affected by another pregnancy. Also, birth control won’t be a constant worry in my life. Maybe those are all selfish reasons, but whatever – they’re my reasons. I’m happy with my family, and I feel like it’s complete (as does my husband).
For those who have actually stuck with me throughout this whole post, that’s awesome – thank you! I’m not sure if any of this was actually entertaining or enlightening, but I just wanted to share what I’ve been up to since I haven’t been around as much.
Now, both my kids were just diagnosed with strep throat, so that should be fun.
Also, I’m getting kind of bored, so expect tons of post in the coming weeks! If you commented on any of my posts, I’ll be replying. I’ll be blog hopping and doing my fair share of commenting this week, too!