Hospital

Yesterday we went to St. Mark's Hospital for my D&C after going up to Steven's work so he could check on a problem. We arrived at 10:30 for paperwork and then I was admitted to the Ambulatory floor. Everyone was very nice and the room was newly remodeled so it was a comfortable wait. I will admit I was quite nervous as I had never been put under before. After signing a bunch of papers and changing out of my clothes, we watched some TV and I crocheted until they came to get me at 1. I was wheeled down to the 2nd floor to the Pre Op section and met my nurse for the surgery and the anesthesiologist. The anesthesiologist was very soft spoken and he explained everything to me thoroughly. He put in my IV and we waited for someone to come draw my blood in case I needed the Methotrexate shot when I got out of surgery. My doctor came in and chatted me up for a while and helped me feel more at ease about everything. They are so quick and efficient there, they kept apologizing to me that I had to wait 20 minutes to get my blood drawn. In CA that could have taken hours. So after the nurse put the leg compression boots on to aid with circulation, and a sexy blue hair net, I was ready to go.

Then I was wheeled into the operating room and Hootie and the Blowfish was blaring on the radio. My Dr. joked that it wasn't very relaxing but I told her it was a good song so leave it on. I hopped over to the table and my arms were strapped out to the sides. They put some kind of relaxant into my IV and I started getting loopy and my vision was blurry. My Dr. put an mask thing on my face for me to breathe and she joked that it smelled like a shower curtain. Honestly that's all I remember.

I woke up crying in the Post Op room and the nurse there wasn't exactly rude, but she wasn't nice either. I apologized and told her I didn't know why I was crying, but she handed me some tissues and said it was normal and not to rub my eyes. I kept drifting in and out of sleep but at some point my Doctor came in and said that she got everything and there was no need for the shot. That a small piece of conception had been left behind and was causing me to still produce HCG. After a while I guess I was wheeled back up to the room on the 4th floor we started out in. I don't remember the trip upstairs but I woke up and Steven was there and a new nurse was having me drink water and eat some crackers. Luckily they put an anti nausea drug and Morphine in my IV in the Post Op room so I never felt nauseous. At some point my Dr met with Steven and gave him a bunch of instructions for the next 2 weeks. Around 4 I asked if I could leave and the nurse said we were good to go so Steven got the truck while she took me downstairs in a wheelchair (there's no way I could walk, soooo dizzy).

I had some toast when we got home but was so incredibly tired I couldn't seem to manage to stay awake for more than a few minutes at a time. Apparently Morphine makes you lethargic. Steven followed his orders to the T and made me walk around and eat some food later that evening and rented a movie so I could stay awake for a few hours before bed.

Today I feel tired but I'm doing well. I don't feel sick at all thankfully. I'm sore and it hurts to sit or ride in a car. I'm not really cramping and my bleeding has been minimal. My throat hurts pretty bad from the breathing tube. I'm supposed to stay active but not do anything strenuous for 2 weeks. No baths or tampons or anything else in there either. She mentioned to Steven that at our next appointment she wanted to go over more tests to figure out why I keep miscarrying. I'm really hoping she can find the answer.

So for now our trip is still on. I have a lot to do before we go.