I had my hysteroscopy and D&C this past week. The surgery went well and I will have my postop appointment with my OBGYN next week to make sure everything is healing properly and get the lab results of my polyps. We’ve already spoken about some possible medications for me to start taking to help my uterine wall not build up like the Great Wall of China and give me a regular period (!).
I knew this wasn’t heart surgery, but the anticipation build up was giving me restless sleeps. I was very proud of myself the night before as I worked hard to address my anxiety and stay calm. I really believe the support and love from my family and friends, plus exercising my mind to be in the present moment, helped tremendously with me staying focused on reality.
I had to be at the hospital at 5:30am and by 5:45 I was assigned to my bed and the sweetest nurse Judy. Because I was a surgical newbie she was careful to explain everything to me and made me feel calm. By 7:30 my doctor had arrived in cheerful spirits and I had already met my OR nurses and anesthesiologist. I kissed Bobby good-bye and all I remember is being wheeled down the hall into the OR. That’s it. How crazy!
I woke up with my postop nurse telling me I did great and my calves getting massaged by these cool compression wraps they put on me prior to surgery. Bobby was summoned from the waiting room, I drank some juice, ate a 1/4 of a graham cracker and by 11am I was being wheeled out to the car. I am truly grateful for the amazing care the hospital gave me. My only experience with hospitals thus far was being a candy-striper for several years in high school and watching Grey’s Anatomy–both obviously reliable and up to date sources of information.
My recovery has been just fine. Some discomfort, light bleeding, cramps and tiredness for several days as the anesthesia has worn off. Bobby has been wonderful and put up with my demands for ginger ale, back rubs, and a mild case of the grumpies. Overall, I’m feeling on the mend and am starting to feel eager to focus on my health and healing. I took the rest of the week off from work to heal, rest, and work through some things in my head. My path ahead won’t be easy. Infertility is not even the most difficult obstacle I face. It is learning to care for my body the way it deserves to be cared for and minimize symptoms that have controlled my life for far too long.