Wednesday. The day I've been dreading all week. I'm sitting at my computer desk and trying to stuff my face with as much food and drink as possible because in less than 2 hours, I can no longer eat or drink until tomorrow night. Let me back up a bit and go over why I'm having surgery in the first place. With all of the events going on in the lives of Carson and Eli, I haven't really written much about the exciting timeline of my own life. I know, I know.....try not to jump out of your chairs. This may be a TMI post so if you are at all queezy around womanly issues: stop reading now.
Bleeding is something I have become quite accustomed to in the past 5 months. My ob has diagnosed my with a condition called adenomyosis which has caused me to bleed about 23-25 days out of each month. Lovely, I know. This is not just annoying spotting every now and then. It is full-on, need a tampon, heating pad, mean to your husband, cramps all the time, becoming anemic, bleeding. Yuck. So, 8-23 is my day of relief (hopefully). Too bad I have to go through surgery and get cut open to fix things.
My ob thinks I need to have a D&C and an exploratory laparoscopy to try and stop the excessive bleeding and pain as well as get a look around to make sure there are no fibroids, tumors, cysts, or polyps that he can't see or feel. I will have a 1" incision at the bottom of my belly button and a 1.5" incision right above my c-section scar. Al and I decided that since I have to go under general anesthesia and the external incisions are the same, that I will also have a tubal ligation at the same time. I have to be at the hospital at 12 for pre-op and registration and my operation starts at 1:30. Hopefully things will go smoothly and I'll be home in time for a clear liquid dinner of soup and jello. Yum. Especially after over 20 hours of not eating and drinking.
Many of you know that our ob and our peri have both recommended for us to never get pregnant again. After losing our first baby at 13 weeks, having Carson at 30 weeks, and Eli at 25 weeks, they do not believe I will ever carry a child successfully to term. We are not willing to endanger another baby's future by getting pregnant again. Our history with pPROM and preemies coming earlier and earlier is not worth having another biological child. It is a bit sobering having such a permanent decision basically made for you by your own body, but I have come to terms with closing my reproductive years at a young age. Seeing your babies go through surgeries and FTT and therapy and lifelong scars will help along these decisions. If Al and I feel that our family is not complete later down the road, we are incredibly open to adoption and would pursure that option in a heartbeat. As an adoptee myself, adoption just seems like a natural process and one day our family may take that step. For now it will be our two amazing boys, our spoiled dog Macy, Al, and me laying on the couch being pampered (hopefully) by them all after my surgery. Chocolate treats, good books, and a nice blanket will all be accepted at my house tomorrow evening :)