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Jun. 25th, 2022 05:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dsrmouseySurgery often looks like murder if you judge it halfway through.
My first major surgery was an emergency C-section with my daughter. I had a partial placental abruption and actually had gotten to 8cm but soon after I started hemorrhaging and they lost my child's heartbeat, so I was whisked away and knocked out before I could say boo.
When I woke up, the first thing I asked for was to see my child. My husband was in the room and he brought her to me. She was beautiful. Curly hair, ten fingers and toes, and the cutest toothless smile!
My husband later told me I had looked like a meat market during the C-section, seems they pile all your intestines on top of your chest, then they pull out the uterus, slice it, and remove the baby. They told my husband if the baby had been a boy he probably wouldn't have lived. Girls seem to be stronger and survive.
My next baby I went V-back, or vaginal. They weren't happy with my decision but I made it. I wasn't going home to a three year old and have to explain to my child all the time why I couldn't pick her up.
My son did get stuck last minute. I had the obstetrician literally yell at me "That if you don't push this baby out in the next ten contractions, you're getting another C-section! ."
Then I had a nurse tell me to open my eyes and breathe with her before I push. I spit a profanity at her, told her to get away before I punched her, closed my eyes and pushed with the next contraction, and so it went for seven more until I felt myself being sliced for an episiotomy, and on my next contraction I pushed and my son slid out and my heart swelled to another size.
My next surgery was a humdinger. Having a hysterectomy is not for the weak. Usually they do it laparoscopically. In my case nothing is that easy. They had found some "abnormal and cancerous cells" and the docs wanted to look around and make sure the cells were contained to just the uterus. They did remove my ovaries and some gnarly looking endometriosis but things did seem to be contained to the uterus. Pap smears are important ladies!
And now to my last surgery which was the most life threatening, because they replaced my Aortic arch which had a 5.5mm aneurysm in it, along with the Aortic valve that was leaking so much blood the doctors were surprised my brain was being supplied with enough oxygen. (My husband would tell you my brain isn't getting enough oxygen, after all I married him.)
I'm sure when I was on the table it did look like someone had murdered me! Cracked chest open and pulled back sternum, and enough clamps to set off any major magnets in the area! I survived that one, but while they were rummaging around in there they found another, smaller aneurysm. So we need to do surgery on that one too, this time through the groin. Thank goodness!!! I don't think I can do this surgery again.
This surgey, the heart surgery is rougher than any I've had. Then again I'm getting up there being 58. I only want more time with family. If I can get that, well as we said when we were young - Everything is copacetic!
My first major surgery was an emergency C-section with my daughter. I had a partial placental abruption and actually had gotten to 8cm but soon after I started hemorrhaging and they lost my child's heartbeat, so I was whisked away and knocked out before I could say boo.
When I woke up, the first thing I asked for was to see my child. My husband was in the room and he brought her to me. She was beautiful. Curly hair, ten fingers and toes, and the cutest toothless smile!
My husband later told me I had looked like a meat market during the C-section, seems they pile all your intestines on top of your chest, then they pull out the uterus, slice it, and remove the baby. They told my husband if the baby had been a boy he probably wouldn't have lived. Girls seem to be stronger and survive.
My next baby I went V-back, or vaginal. They weren't happy with my decision but I made it. I wasn't going home to a three year old and have to explain to my child all the time why I couldn't pick her up.
My son did get stuck last minute. I had the obstetrician literally yell at me "That if you don't push this baby out in the next ten contractions, you're getting another C-section! ."
Then I had a nurse tell me to open my eyes and breathe with her before I push. I spit a profanity at her, told her to get away before I punched her, closed my eyes and pushed with the next contraction, and so it went for seven more until I felt myself being sliced for an episiotomy, and on my next contraction I pushed and my son slid out and my heart swelled to another size.
My next surgery was a humdinger. Having a hysterectomy is not for the weak. Usually they do it laparoscopically. In my case nothing is that easy. They had found some "abnormal and cancerous cells" and the docs wanted to look around and make sure the cells were contained to just the uterus. They did remove my ovaries and some gnarly looking endometriosis but things did seem to be contained to the uterus. Pap smears are important ladies!
And now to my last surgery which was the most life threatening, because they replaced my Aortic arch which had a 5.5mm aneurysm in it, along with the Aortic valve that was leaking so much blood the doctors were surprised my brain was being supplied with enough oxygen. (My husband would tell you my brain isn't getting enough oxygen, after all I married him.)
I'm sure when I was on the table it did look like someone had murdered me! Cracked chest open and pulled back sternum, and enough clamps to set off any major magnets in the area! I survived that one, but while they were rummaging around in there they found another, smaller aneurysm. So we need to do surgery on that one too, this time through the groin. Thank goodness!!! I don't think I can do this surgery again.
This surgey, the heart surgery is rougher than any I've had. Then again I'm getting up there being 58. I only want more time with family. If I can get that, well as we said when we were young - Everything is copacetic!
