Galbladder update

4 weeks ago today, I had my gallbladder removed. I was sure it was going to be quick and easy. I knew for a fact that even though it was recomended that I stay in the hospital overnight, I was going to come home the same day. I was told that I wouldn't be able to nurse for 24 following surgery and that scared me. Mama watched my boys during the day while Stacy and I spent the day at Athens Regional. The surgery was very quick and easy once they finally took me back, but I was not happy at all when they woke me up. I even cried. Not because of pain, but because some strange lady woke me up :( Before I could go home they wanted me to eat/ drink something and use the bathroom. I had some chicken noodle soup and ate some ice. It was awfully painful, due to the soreness of my throat because of the breathing tube. I have never been through something so rough. Maybe it's because I'm getting older, maybe it's because I have never had surgery in my life, maybe it's because I just gave birth, I'm not sure. But I was sure that I was going to go home and sleep in my bed, maybe be in a little pain he following day, but nothing compared to what I felt. It was rough. As soon as I got out of the bed the first time to use the bathroom, I was sure that I wouldn't be able to go home. I could hardly walk, much less change clothes. At this point I told the nurse I thought I'd have to stay for the night, she knew my concerns and brought me a pump. A lactation consultant called and told me that I didn't need to pump and dump. She told me that all of the drugs were out of my system and that I'd be fine to pump and save. That made me happier. I'll sum up my hospital stay by saying that I spent the night and left before lunch the next day.
Stacy picked me up after taking Micah to school. Mama was watching Patton at my house. I hadn't taken anything for pain since right after surgery, I was okay, until 1:30. I moved. I moved from a lying position to a sitting position and thought I felt my insides moving. It was BAD! Way worse than giving birth. I didn't want to, but I had to take more pain medicine. I knew that this wasn't going to be a quick and easy recovery that I thought I would have. Due to the fact that I was told not to lift anything over 15 pounds for 2-3 weeks, we moved in with the rents. Stacy worked during the day, and Mama, Daddy, and the rest of the family helped take care of me while I recovered. I must say that I have the Best family ever. I got the royal treatment while recovering. We've been back home for 2 weeks and are mostly back into our routine. I even got to enjoy some french fries last week for the first time in a month. I was tod by numerous people, that having my gallbladder removed would be the best thing I ever did. I have a hard time believing that, but if I can live the rest of my life without another attack, I'll be a happy camper.