Hey everyone!! I have so much to tell you about the last few weeks. I sort of cannot believe this is all happening because I was feeling totally healthy and normal three weeks ago, pre-surgery. This is the whole story broken into a couple of posts. I hope y’all enjoy the Unexpected Surgical Nightmare Mini Series. It will answer almost all of your questions about what has been going on since my original surgery.
So here is the beginning of what happened….
The Big Decision to Tie my Tubes and Stop having Babies
My boyfriend and I have three kids now, two boys and a girl; so we made a decision to be done with having babies so we can focus on them and their little bright futures. As you all may already know, each child needs to have their own room or there should be no more than two kids in a room. In addition to living accommodations, they need their own clothing, their own bathroom supplies, their own gear for sports and other activities and their own life insurance and college savings plans. It is beyond expensive now-a-days to raise a child. Anyways, we made the difficult decision to tie my tubes and maybe get him a vasectomy just to be extra careful. After making up our minds, the doctor did his best to talk us out of doing the surgery but it was set in our minds that we will be going through with this surgery. Making a decision like this wasn’t something that came easy. We love our children and of course we have thought about having more, but the reality is that we need to focus on supporting and raising the kids we have without breaking the bank and killing our lifestyle. So many of my friends and family asked me why I didn’t do the surgery when I had my c-section back in September, and the answer is simply this, we weren’t ready to make a decision that big at the time. Our sweet baby boy came a month early which gave us no time to make a decision and I wasn’t going to rush the decision and end up regretting it. Every person is entitled to make their own decisions about their bodies and I chose to wait just to be sure I was okay with the decision. I really wanted to try for a girl, but to be completely honest, being a mom of two boys is already a lot to juggle, plus I own a business and try to do volunteer work here and there. So anyways, we went through with the surgery after discussing all the possibilities in depth.
Little did we know….. Hell was about to break loose.
The Tubal Ligation
On January 21st 2016, I walked into the hospital to have a routine Tubal Ligation Procedure. This is a Laparoscopy procedure that leaves two small incisions that are either stapled or sutured together to heal. The recovery time is about two to five days depending on your pain tolerance. It’s also an out patient procedure, so I went home that same day directly after the anesthesia wore off.
Upon getting home, I took it easy and laid in bed for the most part. On Friday, I spent the day relaxing and getting caught up on some light work duties. I was healing great and the pain was already receding but I had this numb throbbing pain in my lower abdomen. I honestly didn’t think it was anything to worry about and I assumed it was normal at that point.
By the time Saturday rolled around, I thought it was over. No more cramping, no more regular pains, just here and there that weird throbbing pain would hit me, but nothing Tylenol and rest couldn’t handle.
Sunday was when the fun began. I woke up on Sunday, January 24th and had a fever, was throwing up and feeling miserable. The pain was a constant stabbing agony that I couldn’t do anything to make it stop. I doubled up on my pain meds per doctors orders (5 mg Percocets) and I laid in bed trying to figure out what I was going to do to make the agony stop. Finally I realized the pain was bigger than me and it was time to get help.
I called my Doctor and asked him what I should do and his immediate response was to go to the hospital. So Sunday night, I went to Martin Memorial Hospital South. They did blood work, urine work, X-rays, a CT Scan with IV Contrast and a pelvic exam. The only negative report they got was swelling around my small intestines and a slight bacterial infection. Once the PA came in to share the results, she basically put me on Percocets again, a gel for the infection and some light antibiotics for the swelling in my small intestines; then she sent me home with an appointment to see my doctor (who did the surgery) the next day at 10 AM. She also urged me to not hold the baby and not lift more than 5 pounds and to bascially stay in bed. I am not very good at staying in bed, in fact I absolutely hate laying in bed for hours on end and had no interest in doing that at all, but I did it.
When I arrived at the doctors office the next day, he took one look at me and said, “I am admitting you into the hospital because I don’t like that your vitals are unstable (my blood pressure was 165/106, low grade fever of 100.3, my oxygen was low at about 84 and my pain was about a solid 9 on a scale of 1-10), your still vomiting, your pale white and you don’t look well at all. We need to see what is going on.” I honestly didn’t want to go back to the hospital again but he pleaded with me that it was super important and needed to be a priority. He called the hospital (Traditions Medical Center in Port Saint Lucie -FL) and off I went.
At this point, I was hopeful that they would figure it out pretty quickly. I mean, a tubal ligation is such a simple surgery so I was optimistic that it was probably just a small infection and antibiotics would do the trick. What actually happened, was not at all what I expected and I didn’t realize that I was going to be severely sick and in agonizing pain for what seems like forever, and yes I am still in pain. Trust me when I tell you, when you have a complication from a surgery, it affects everything in your life. You don’t get to feel good or normal and you don’t know when it will end. Anyways, before I get too ahead of myself, I went to Traditions hospital and all I have to say is….. Read the next post.