Yesterday was about the fun, today, I write about the drama at our house.
Do you remember the I am Not a Man post in May? I guess I fibbed. That whole hernia problem never did go away. I actually thought the problem was getting better. Our big, wild trip to Alaska was virtually pain-free. However, looking back that I probably just willed and medicated the pain away.
The week after we returned, the pain was back and with a vengeance. And has been ever since. A couple of weeks ago I went to our family doctor. Since I am a lady and doctors think the Pill will fix anything with women, he had me give that a try (endometriosis was an outside possibility). When Jaley was in to see him for her two-year check up, I told him I was feeling worse not better. He said, like it or not, it was time to see the surgeon.
Even without my my family doctor's opinion, there were a few other signs that it was time.
- Recently, when I bought Ibuprofen I was disappointed that they didn't sell them in bottles larger than 500 pills.
- When ever I drive by someone out for a jog, I hurt just watching them.
- I recently told the girls that mommies don't roughhouse (now you definitely know something is wrong).
- And the big one, Scott told me that if I didn't make an appointment, he was going to do it for me.
So next Wednesday it is time to take a peek inside. The guess is a hernia, which the doc is going to fix. But just in case that isn't the culprit, he is going to take a peek at everything else (gallbladder, ovaries, etc.). Since they can do the surgery laparoscopically, recovery should be pretty quick.
The tricky part is with a hernia repair they don't want me to lift anything over 15 lbs for a month. I asked half the office how I was supposed to do that with a 26 lb, two-year old. They shrugged their shoulders and asked me if I wanted to have the surgery a second time? Point taken.
Gratefully, my mom is flying in to help out with the kids for a couple of weeks. A mom's work is never done (even when your kids are grown). Thanks Mommy. And gratefully, our daycare said they have space for Jaley to go full-time for the next month.
So that is the drama around here. This week has been a crazy rush of scheduling, planning and figuring. Everyone I have told has been so kind with offers of prayers and support. I even hit up my friend Angela's husband (he is an anesthesiologist) for advice in the OR. Thank you to everyone.
Now, I am off to sit on the couch, since they made me stop taking my good medicines until after surgery.
That is life in the stroller lane. Lots of love.