Dear Gallbladder, You Suck and Must be Evicted

I keep meaning to post, like for weeks and weeks. But life sure is busy when you have a new little baby. Especially when you have the cutest baby in the world and all you want to do is spend time lovin' on the little guy. Mostly this post will be about my gallbladder, but first I will say this. Being a mother is the best things I've ever done and is everything that I hoped and thought it would be. I can't imagine ever wanting to do anything else more. After all the years of waiting (and I'm not just talking about the married portion) I thought that maybe I wouldn't like it as much as I thought on account of it's kind of what I've always wanted more than anything. But this sweet little thang is the the love of my sweet little squishy squirming life. I guess all I'm saying is that being a mother rocks and I can't wait to have a whole litter of these. Also, my baby sleeps like ALL night long and is awesome. He's definitely my child.

Now, my gallbladder. I had it taken out today. And I'm pretty sure it knews it's time was coming to an end, cause it hit me with I think the worst gallbladder attack ever, that lasted a full 48 hours. Much pain and tears and drugs and vinager were used to no avail. It finally went away and I ate some cake.

I came into the hospital at noon and got registered and then they sent me down to the prep area to get all my infos and get me ready for surgery. They took my blood, which went well. Then they tried to put on IV in me. They poked me 4 times before then got a good vein! They could get the needle in, but weren't able to thread it (? something like that). And finally they went to the vein that they got blood from earlier (duh, it's my best vein and I told them so). Then lots of sitting around and all the nurses ogling my baby and saying how cute he is and how it's the most excitement they've had in weeks. My baby makes everyone fall in love, it's just a fact. Then they brought me down to surgery, put some drugs in me and then I was o.u.t, out. I woke up a couple hours later in pain. It felt like a stinkin' gallbladder attack all over again. But mostly it was just pain where my gallbladder used to be. And the pain wouldn't go away. Then they noticed that the IV decided not to work very well anymore. SO THEY POKED ME AGAIN! Sigh. And you would not believe how many nurses it takes to put in one needle. They think it was cause I was dehydrated and stuff from not being able to eat past midnight and stuff. My blood just wouldn't flow for them. That is, until I went to the bathroom and think I started my first period. A little unsure at this point though cause I haven't left this bed since. It's my blog, I can TMI if I feels like it :).


Anyway, so I sat there and cried and cried until the drugs finally kicked in... and then I cried some more cause I couldn't stop. I think it's the hormones. I think they nurse thought I was being over dramatic about the pain, but I wasn't even crying about the pain, I was crying because of how utterly pathetic I felt. And then when I'm feeling all crummy I get even worse news. They're admitting me and keeping me until tomorrow. Apparently I have gallstones in my bile ducts that need to be removed, which means another surgery. And why they couldn't have taken them out while they were in there is beyond me. I'm going to ask them about that tomorrow when I see my doctor. And so I am sitting here in the hospital being all sad and pathetic.


But I think the worst part about all of this is my sweet baby James. I have to pump and dump for the next 12 hours, so no breastfeeding for me. And if I do have to have another surgery tomorrow that poor kid is going to have to do something I didn't want to do... drink formula. I had some frozen for the surgery, but I didn't expect this to happen and didn't save enough. He's going to hate it. And I'm going to hate it. And we're both going to hate it together. Except for the part where my sister-in-law Tracy is watching him for the night, since I'm trapped to this stinkin' bed and can hardly hold him cause of where the incisions were. And I'm so grateful that I have family around that is so loving and willing to help on a seconds notice (and feed my dear husband also). But oh how I miss that boy already. It really is quite sad. We haven't spent more than about 4 hours apart (date night to Harry Potter 7 pt. 2). And so more hormonal crying happens. Sigh. The bright side is that once this is over, it's over. I shouldn't have to worry about this stupid gallbladder anymore. I can eat freely. I can take care of my baby freely. I can live a fearless of food kind of life. And I'm super excited about it. I'm already thinking about what I want to eat. How wants to take me to all you can eat pasta bowl at Olive Garden when I'm on the mend? Man I'm hungry right now. This popsicle just isn't doing it.

Also my Dad and Sandy came out because I asked them too. Jamo and Dad gave me a blessing. Isn't it great to have the priesthood in your life? I'm just thankful for the many worthy male members that surround me in life. God has really blessed me in my life and helped me find a great husband and blessed me with one AMAZING family.

And so I'll leave this blog post on that note. And here's to praying tomorrow will be a better day and have a superb ending. Also a big thanks to all that have helped and will probably be asked to help a little bit more :). I love you all!