Surgery Day for that Stinky Molar Pregnancy

Today I've been "pregnant" for 13 weeks.

I could write a novel but in short today was a crappy day.  I spent all night tossing turning and having nightmares worthy of horror movies.  I had to be up early to get the kids onto the school bus and then I had to drive Ashy to school because she needed to be at the middle school earlier then the bus would get her there.  I came home and tried to catch a few zzz's before I needed to be at the hospital at 830am.  When it was time to go I was an emotional wreck.  Internally kicking and screaming the whole way over there.  I kept saying I don't want to go!  I dont want to Be here!  You can say I had a little bit of anxiety.  I guess everything I've been feeling the last week up until now was the calm before the storm.  Add to the emotional breakdown in the middle of it all I received a text message from one of my pregnancy apps (that I had forgotten to deactivate) which welcomed me to my 13th week and told me all of the wonderful things baby and I would be experiencing this week. Suck it stupid app. Talk about timing.

We took a couple of pictures to waste time. I had to wear my glasses because you can't wear contacts during surgery. That was pretty disppointing....I hate glases.




After a long wait I was prepped for surgery, taken back and I barely remember laying down on the table and the next thing I know I was waking up in recovery. Jeremiah spoke with the doctor and patiently waited for me in the waiting room they placed him in until I was out of recovery. I was trying to rest as best I could but I frequently opened my eyes and realized Jeremiah was not with me. After an hour in recovery a nurse (who i had not seen before) came in and asked if I wanted some juice. I told her I'd like to see my husband and she said sure. After a couple of minutes she came back (without the juice) and asked what my husband was wearing, I described, she left. After another minute or so she came back again (still no juice) and said she could not find him and asked for a cell phone number, I gave it, she left. After another minute she came back and said he didn't answer, she left a message and he must have left the building after speaking with the doctor (meanwhile he is sitting in the waiting room they placed him in, where his cell phone has NO SERVICE...did I mention she still didn't bring the juice?). So I waited. I waited about 20 minutes and then I began to cry. Hysterically. How could my husband leave me? This was our baby. How could he leave? I cried like that, sobbing as loud as could be for roughly ten minutes. I know because I was watching the clock waiting and waiting for him to come in. I had now been in recovery for an hour and half. Soon my real nurse (who was amazing and wonderful) popped her head in the room, saw me sobbing and I asked for my husband again. She went right to the waiting room where he had been sitting the whole time and got him for me. No one ever looked in there for him. He was in there with other people it's not like some huge mystery that he would be in there. My nurse apologized, Jeremiah and I cried together, my sweet nurse finally brought me some juice AND a grape snow cone. I stayed for about 4 hours afterward and when I was stabilized I came home.

When the doctor spoke with Jeremiah she said that the pathology will be back within a week but everything went well.  I have a follow up appointment next week to meet with her and start the fun of weekly blood draws to monitor my HCG levels.  The hope and prayer is that they get to zero with no further complications.

As for right now let me just say that pain meds work great to counter the effect of the other medicine which is causing my uterus to contract and create some pretty rough cramps. So HOORAY for pain meds.  

I guess I did kind of write a novel, huh? Sorry.