One Week Post Surgery...and still hanging on!

Well, I know it has been a little while since I have updated and to be honest, although I was home last week to recovery from my surgery...blogging or ANYTHING online for that matter was the furthest thing from my mind. Let's rewind... The weekend prior to my surgery was still feeling ok, but I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't anxious about what was looming over my head. I knew that in just a few short days I would be knocked out with some anesthesia and wake up with some pain. The Saturday prior to surgery was definitely a busy one. We had 6 homes lined up to look at with our real estate agent and we were planning on meeting him at 9:45 that morning. It seemed like every house we looked out just wasn't what we were looking for. Oh how I have learned that photos can be so deceiving. Then finally....the last house. This was a house that we tried to view about a month ago, but in a surprised was taken off the market the day before our scheduled showing. It hadn't been put under contract, but I guess the contract with the sellers agent had expired and they decided not to relist or renew with them. I was bummed at the time but just chalked it up to "not being meant to be." After all, it is just a house, right. There are plenty others out there for sale. Anyway, it had come back on the market and we had lined it up to view that day and when we got there...just walking down the drive way...it just felt like home. Once inside that feeling only got stronger and I felt like this was the house for us. Surprisingly, it didn't have a grand kitchen or a big beautiful master bath like I had always said I wanted. Instead, it had almost an acre of land filled with big beautiful mature trees, lots of big beautiful windows, a beautiful sunroom, a screen porch and a deck! Seriously...this was what was winning me over! DH loved it too, and we spent almost an hour at this place just looking at all the possibilities and what it would be like for us to live there and make it a home. One the drive home, we kept talking about how our dogs would love the yard and the sun room and how I would enjoy spending time out on the screen porch or entertaining there. I was at a point where I was ready to call the agent to make an offer...then reality came through that sounded like my husband. "It only has 2 bedrooms technically, so what if we get pregnant with twins?" Um, ok...let's think this through. First, are we really having this conversation now? And two, we surely can make this work, right? LOL Yes, it has two bedrooms, but there is also a loft. Granted, our thoughts were to make the loft into an office, but surely we can't make it work right? Ugh..... all the thoughts that were being discussed that afternoon were mind numbing. My brain was starting to hurt. After our house viewings, we drove on down to my inlaws in Lancaster and visited with them. We are very close with them and usually go to visit them every other weekend (use to be every weekend, but I had to put a stop to that because nothing was getting done at our house). My father in law, who is very tender-hearted was almost afraid to let go of me when he gave me hug before we left them because of my upcoming surgery. They felt so bad that they weren't going to be able to come be with me afterward. Trust me though, I was perfectly fine with not having them there. I wanted to have time to heal and was really looking forward to some down time. I can't even remember all that we did on Sunday. I know that I wanted to catch up with my laundry and some housework, but there wasn't really anything that exciting enough to remember. However, Sunday night we went to dinner with some friends who are in our Sunday School class. We are very close with this couple and are actually cruising with them in February. We got to talking over dinner, and my girlfriend said..."Do you think your dad is going to come up for your surgery?" I told her that I had thought he might, but then again, he really didn't act like he was going to be able to make the trip. He is in Florida after all and retired which means...fixed budget. I didn't want him to come all this way. Her response was that she wouldn't be surprised if he showed up, because she knows how he has done that in the past. On the way home from dinner I told DH that he should call my dad and find out what his plans were and to tell him that he really didn't need to come up and that I would be fine. We got home and something told me that I should put clean/fresh sheets on the guest bed in case he did show up. While I was doing that...someone knocked on my door. IT WAS MY DADDY! I LOVE THAT MAN! On Monday I had my pre-op appointment which was actually the first time that DH met Dr. M and I have to admit that I was a little nervous about this. What if he didn't like him? What if... Dr. M explained the procedure to us and told me to expect about a 3 hour surgery. What they were going to do, and what kind of incisions I would have. Then he tells me, I suggest you have a liquid/clear diet tonight. WHAT??? You can't do that to me. I was hoping to have a really good dinner. My dad is here, my neighbors are going to dinner with us...please tell me I can have a real dinner. His response...basically "NOPE"! So, where did we go? Jason's Deli...and I had chicken noodle soup. Blah... SURGERY DAY! Who likes to be up at 4:00am? Not me. But I had to be at the surgery center at 5:30, which meant leaving my house at 4:45. I wanted to get a nice hot shower because I knew it would be a while before I could truly enjoy that again. Surgery was a 7:30, and it lasted not 3 hours, but almost 4. You can imagine DH was going stir crazy waiting to find out what was going on. But, Dr. M came out and spent some time with him and my dad and told him that everything went great. The fibroid was a lot larger than they anticipated because it was tucked behind the uterus as well. He showed them some hi def photos that I am looking forward to see when I go for my follow up appointment in a couple weeks. We got home, I made camp on the couch and had some good sleep on Tuesday thanks to the anesthesia. Dad stayed up all night with me Tuesday night in case I needed to get up and go to the restroom. AGAIN, I LOVE THIS MAN! On Wednesday I felt like I had been hit by a mac truck. I hurt so bad and was very uncomfortable. Any time I got up and down I was almost in tears. Nothing would satisfy my appetite no matter how hard my dad tried. Wendesday night dad stayed up with me again so he could help me get up to go to the bathroom and to lower me down onto the couch. I just couldn't do any of this on my own. Who knew that your stomach muscles would be so affected. DUH moment there. Thursday was a little better. I was actually able to make it up the stairs and sleep in my own bed, but since I have an Icomfort bed (memory foam) it was so hard to get into the bed and I'm sure quite commical. Friday we had tickets to see Zac Brown at Verizon Amphitheater. I tried to give them away when I knew that I wasn't going to be able to go or at least up to going and I couldn't find anyone to take them. So, silly me decides to go anyway because I wasn't about to throw away $140 which is what I paid for the tickets. So, my neighbor let us use his handicap thing so we could park close...thank goodness, and we got in and sat in our seats. The opening acts were horrible in our opinion and we stayed to hear about 4 songs from ZBB and then I looked at DH and said, I think we need to go. He of course was more than willing because he was really worried about me. Flash forward, and Monday I went to work and was able to make it 7 hours. Then I made it all day yesterday and today. I'm getting better. Still slow moving and tender, but each day is progress and I'm so glad that it is over with. Now two months of healing before moving forward with our FET. But looking back, this was truly the best thing for us to do. Once I have my follow up with Dr. M I will have more detail information regarding what he found and what was done. But the pathology has come back already and praise the Lord...it was NORMAL!