On Monday morning, we dropped the boys off and header to the hospital. I was nervous, but my surgery day had finally arrived and I just wanted the procedure over with. They led me right to a room for me to get changed into those oh-so-fashionable open-in-the-rear gowns. I’ll spare you a rear view photo (partly because I didn’t take any rear view photos). After awhile, I got my IV in and then B was allowed in to see me. After a bit of a wait, I was given something to lower my anxiety and was wheeled off. I remember being led down some halls, into the OR, and told to get onto the table.
The next thing I remember was coming to in recovery.
This was quite an odd sensation. My mind came to but I had no control over my body. I could hear everyone around me, but I couldn’t open my eyes or signal to them. Slowly, I recovered more and was led back to a room. I was given some ice water and popsicles, took a nap, and finally headed home.
The recovery process has not been easy. With my "moustache bandage" on and all of the swelling/drainage from the surgery, I can’t breathe through my nose. This leaves just my mouth to breathe through. I get winded doing the simplest of activities and have had a few panic attacks over this. Especially when I woke up at 2am, couldn’t go back to sleep, and was pacing nervously around the house. (Even writing about it is raising my anxiety.)
This recovery is going to be a slow, difficult process, but I know that – in the long run – this will be for the best.