Last weekend I was up all night with a pain in my abdomen that would NOT quit. I thought maybe it was food poisoning but since I had complications with the incision from my cesarean section Rob insisted I go to the e.r. in the morning. Long story short, my gallbladder needs to come out.
My gallbladder itself is not diseased, but it is full of gallstones that resulted from pregnancy, which is apparently very common. My mom had her gallbladders out shortly after birthing me, and many of my female friends have come forward with similar stories. The doctor in the e.r., my OB and my surgeon all blame pregnancy. Joy! If I try to procrastinate on having the surgery then my gallbladder itself will become diseased, making the removal much more complicated.
So! Since I already paid my astronomical deductible and am starting new insurance next month with a new astronomical deductible, the race is on to get this bad boy removed.
I am scared only because I have a child now. I don't like the idea of being under anesthesia as it is and being a mom compounds my fears. But! Onward, ho! I am having it removed the 26th. I am busy preparing a milk stash for Lincoln and praying he doesn't reject the breast after taking a bottle for so long. Hopefully because he has been nursing for two months now, he won't give it up without a fight. And yes, I am very thankful he takes a bottle with ease, as I know many nursing babies won't have it.
So, that explains my absence. I have lots I want to write about but I am unsure of what I will be up for this week prior to the surgery. Ciao!