Today was the day. I woke up at 6:15 this morning, and hopped into the shower to use that atrocious antibacterial soap that reeks like rubbing alcohol. I hate that smell. The clean hospital smell.
We got to the hospital at around 7:00, and by 7:30 I was upstairs being prepped for surgery. I got to put on fancy hospital underwear, a gown, and socks.
From that point on it was a waiting game. We all three napped a lot, and then eventually a woman came in with an anesthesiologist to go over stuff. She gave me something through my IV to calm me down, and by the time I was in the OR I was out.
I vaguely remember the anesthesiologist waking me up and telling me to take deep breaths, but I don’t know for sure if that was while I was going in to the OR or once I was out. There were problems with my oxygen, it was dropping too rapidly, and I had to have an oxygen mask for some time. Apparently they had to pump gunk from my lungs (because I was a smoker, the nurse said. She didn’t like that I told her it was because I never got my morning cigarette.) I remember them saying “I don’t know if all she smiles is cigarettes, but…” which all I smoke are cigarettes, so I have no idea. I’ve also had allergy problems recently so.
Then I was off and on awake in the room, and I was getting pain killers every ten minutes or so it felt. But what felt like ten minutes was actually the course of three hours or so, and I was being given fetinol.
Once everything was a bit more stable, I was sent upstairs to a recovery room where my husband and old roommate were waiting. And then I slept some more.
They brought me ginger ale and ice chips and that was nice, and I had to pee before I was able to leave. I was wheeled out to the car, and that was it. Meds got picked up, we got food, and then we were home.
So what happened in between? Well, I was put under, and tiny incisions were made. I have two tiny dots that look to be where I was injected for gas, an incision IN my belly button, and one right on the pubic hair line. That’s it. I’m sore as hell, I won’t lie, but it doesn’t look bad.
They had to burn my left tube. Originally, both tubes were supposed to be banded. But while the right tube accepted the band, the left did not, resulting in it needing burnt instead. But that was it. I needed a breathing tube and a catheter, but they were inserted after I was asleep and removed before I was awake.
Complications aside, and those were minor complications, it went really well I think. I sleep a lot, but that’s to be expected. The worst part is, I think, the gas. It starts in your lower abdomen, and it has slowly traveled up to my shoulders.
I went in on my period, day three, and usually the third day is bad for me. Despite the fact I’ve been out of the hospital for seven hours, I have not bled since. I’m not concerned about this, as I was told my cycles could change after the procedure.
Today was rather uneventful, all things considersered. I’m glad I’m home, and I’m grateful for pain pills. This is not the worst pain I’ve ever been in, but it is uncomfortable.
It is possible to get a tubal ligation at 22. I’m tired and I’m sore, but if it’s something you’ve been looking in to, I suggest it. I feel a great sense of relief now that it’s done. I’ll probably post another tubal update after my post op, and then again in a couple months.
Dreams really do come true.