D & C

It was time for the D&C. My surgery was scheduled for 10:00 a.m. but I had to be at the hospital at 8:00 for prep. My mom and Jonny took me to the surgery. For those of you who don't know me, I am the most needle phobic person on this planet. Any time I have to get my blood drawn, I totally panic and just about pass out. So anyway, a nurse comes out to get me so I can get checked in and changed. They make my mom and Jonny wait in the waiting room while I get prepped. I have a wonderful nurse who was very compassionate. The only time I cried was when I had to sign a paper giving the hospital permission to dispose of the fetal tissue. Other than that, all of the paperwork went smoothly.

The nurse then handed me the lovely hospital gown I would be wearing. The nurse laughed at all of my jokes and especially when I asked her if she was enjoying the butt view. Then the nurse prepared to put in the dreaded IV. She was very quick but I still had anxiety. After she put in the IV she went to get my mom and Jonny. I could hear her as they approached my room "don't worry, she looks a little pale but that is just from the IV."

Surgery time came and I was wheeled back to the operating room. They put me on the operating table and the anesthesiologist told me he was going to give me an "operating room cocktail" to help me relax. That was the best cocktail I have ever had. Next thing I know I see two nurses bolting these huge black boot type things to the table. I immediately realize that my legs are going to be strapped in to those things spread wide for the world to see. The last thing I remember is asking the doctor if she would wait until I was asleep until she put my legs in those things. I told her that I knew everyone was going to see my business but I'd like to pretend like it wasn't happening. She giggled and said she would definitely wait.

The surgery went well. The doctor told my mom and Jonny that my uterus and tubes looked great and she did not see any other abnormalities. She told them that she was going to send the fetal tissue to the lab to be tested. After I was out of recovery, I had to stay for about an hour for monitoring. Every 15 minutes a nurse would come in and make me lift up so she could check the amount of bleeding. Every time this happened, Jonny would freak. I kept laughing and asking him what he was going to do when I was actually in labor. I told him that he would be seeing a lot worse than that. I was instructed to schedule a follow up visit in two weeks. I spent the rest of the day in pain and laying on the couch. I did, however, enjoy my pain pills.