Thursday June 1st I was supposed to get my gallbladder removed in a routine Laparoscopy Cholecystectomy..That definitely didn’t happen!
Rewind to Wednesday night when I mentioned to Chris “if I get a gallbladder attack, we are DEFINITELY going into emergency.” If I’m already going to be on medication for the surgery, I would be willing to take any drugs they can give me to make the pain go away. So, like clockwork, Thursday at 2am I awoke with a horrible attack. My insides were on fire in pain. Chris, grudgingly, got up and got the baby ready, so I could quickly shower as I needed to before surgery, and I figured I wouldn’t be coming back home.
We got to the hospital around 2:30am, and I was a sobbing mess. Telling the Triage Nurse that I am 100% at a 10 in the pain scale, and I need relief.. NOW. Thank goodness William was snoozing through this all. Happy guy.
Luckily there was no wait to get into the ER, so the nurse took me back to a bed (in the hallway – awesome!) and hooked up an IV right away, and started with some saline. There had been something serious earlier in ER, so the doctor was a little held up, but I’m pretty sure I was seen within 10-15 minutes. He started me on some morphine, which worked amazingly. How happy was I that finally something took the pain away! The morphine made me pretty sleepy so I managed to get a bit of sleep, and Chris did too (we shared this teeny bed) and waited until my blood work came back. William slept in his carseat in the hallway with us, and stayed asleep until he wanted his morning bottle with was around 4:30. Chris was way too exhausted to feed him, so I managed to IV and all!
After about 3 hours or so, 5am, my blood had been taken and they got the results that my Pancreatic levels were high. After months and months of research on how to prevent/stop these attacks, I read so many things saying on going attacks can cause Pancreatic problems. So I knew that if something was up with my pancreas they weren’t going to do the surgery today. I started to cry while I asked “Pancreatitis?” and the nurse said most likely. It turns out (after an ultrasound) that one of the gallstones came out, and got lodged in the bile duct in front of my pancreas, therefore causing an infection. No wonder I always felt the pain more central than on the right side! My surgeon showed up and confirmed the results and told me what the new game plan would be. I was admitted to Cowichan District into the maternity ward so William and Chris were able to stay with me luckily.
First things first, they needed to get this stone dislodged. The only way this could be done was by an ERCP(Endoscopic Retrograde Cholangio-Pancreatography). This is where they sedate me, put a tube down my throat with camera, and actually cut a bit of the muscle so that if any other stones came through, that they would pass. It turns out that the stone had passed on it’s own as it wasn’t anywhere to be found when they did the ERCP! The crappy thing about needing this test was that it had to be done in Victoria. This had to be done the next day, so I couldn’t eat past 6am..of course I fell asleep..and woke up at 6:02. Then at 9am on Friday morning, an ambulance came to take me to Victoria to have the test done. Thank goodness for my dad who met me at Victoria General to keep me from being CRAZY bored after the procedure was done. Unfortunately the ambulance was delayed in taking me back, so I had to stay an extra 5 hours at the hospital until I could come back to Duncan. Being away from my sweet baby for those long 11 hours was the HARDEST! I cried so many tears, and I don’t want to do it again for a very very long time.
After getting back to the Duncan hospital around 8pm, we were told my surgery would be the next day, Saturday, so I wasn’t able to eat anything past midnight. They had dropped off dinner while I was at VGH, but it wasn’t very tasty. 🙁 Hospital food never is.
Saturday came around and we didn’t do much in the hospital but crossword puzzles, and waited until we heard when my surgery was. Unfortunately 2 emergencies came in, therefore I was bumped, and we found out at about 4pm I wasn’t going to get it. I COULD EAT. I wolfed down the dinner they brought at 4:30, and got Chris to go out and buy a sandwich as well, because surprise surprise! I wasn’t allowed to eat or drink past midnight again. All day Sunday we waited and waited to hear when my surgery was, and it kept getting bumped due to more emergencies.
Finally at 8:15 they came to bring me to the OR. FINALLY! The procedure went smoothly, but as it was super late, I had to stay one more night at the hospital.
Monday afternoon we were able to leave as I was given a prescription for pain medication.
Since then I’ve been super sore. My abdomen is SO tender, bruised, swollen, and bloated, and I cannot pick up my baby. It is not recommended to pick up anything heavier than 10lbs within 2 weeks of surgery. My little guy weighed 12lbs13oz on Tuesday!
I hope I never have to go through surgery again! Stayed tuned next week for an adorable maternity session I was able to capture before this whole shebang, and also my 365 days of William project I’m starting! Great inspiration from my friend Tasha from Tasha Cline Photography.
Check ‘er out!