Another Post-Op Post

So, remember how I had that surgery a little over a week ago?  I bet you might be curious about that.  I mean, maybe you aren't.  Maybe you forgot.  What with all the birthday posts and stories about balls you might have forgotten that I had surgery at all. But I am here to remind you!

I went to my follow up appointment this week.  As I walked in I passed the nurse I talk to the most on the phone.  I feel like over the years the two of us have become friends.  She asked how I was doing and I said, "I am happy to tell you that I am NOT going to cry today!"  and she laughed and so did I.  But it's the truth. The fact that I went to the doctor and did not sit there and sob was a big step for me. It was a sign that finally, FINALLY I am on the road to being pain free.

Honestly I feel good.  I am still a little sore from surgery.  They had to do a bikini line incision in the same place people have c-section scars that is about two inches long. Not to say it is like the pain of having a c-section, but it is more sore than other previous laparoscopic incisions.  I am also very sore on my left side incision above where my ovary used to be, but that seems normal.  Besides the incisions being sore, I feel pretty great.  I know having my ovary out sounds like a much more major surgery than having endometriosis removed, but the recovery has been much easier.  Maybe it's because I have been in pain for months and this is better than that.  Good lord, almost ANYTHING would be better than that. Whatever the reason, I am just so relieved.

My doctor did say during my appointment that the left ovary was covered in endometriosis, which means it grew all that endo in a matter of two months.  He also said my right ovary had a few places of endo on it as well, so he burned those off.  Besides that, he said things look great.  My only issue is that I am still spotting with the IUD, but it is getting lighter and I think it will stop soon. (please let that be true... ten weeks of spotting every single day is getting very old). Everything else is in line.  I am feeling better.  I am feeling good. I am feeling like myself again.  I was officially cleared to only come back as needed.  Hopefully I wont need to for a long long time.

Over the past few months I have told Henry that Mama feels sick so often that now he regularly asks me, "Mama, are you sick??"  It breaks my heart.  After months of telling him "Mama doesn't feel well...don't hit mama's belly...mama needs to lay down...mama hurts", he know just assumes I am sick.  The last few days when he asks if I am sick I tell him no, that Mama is better.

Yesterday we spent the day playing with water guns and his new water table out in the yard.  We came in and colored and did a puzzle, then played with his new play-doh set.  He looked at me and said "Mama feel better?"

Yes baby.  Mama feels better.