I had my d&c early this afternoon and I am currently taking it easy at home. It went great (and there were even some amazing surprises that I’ll get to in a bit) so thank you all for your positive thoughts and prayers!
Related post: Before the D&C
If you recall, I wasn’t allowed to eat or drink anything after midnight last night. So, in an attempt to feel reasonably good this morning (even though I’d be breastfeeding during the night), I ate a bowl of cereal at 11:25pm. This was at the recommendation of one of the lovely nurses in pre-op that I saw on Monday and I think it really helped! I also drank three full glasses of water before going to bed. I felt mildly hungry by about 10am today, and my stomach finally started growling at 1pm.
On our way to the hospital, I was definitely feeling sluggish and I had a slight headache. I don’t recommend fasting while breastfeeding, let’s put it that way! lol I was also pretty nervous, but I did a good job controlling the anxious thoughts by praying! :)
I checked in at 11:30 and got taken back shortly before noon. I was given my gown, hat and socks to put on. Then, the nurse got my IV hooked up (owwie!!) and she went over some different things with me.
The anesthesiologist came in and talked to me next. I actually knew her already (this was surprise number one!) as she had done my blood patch a few days after having Elizabeth, when I was having a massive spinal headache. I felt pleased knowing she would be the one in there with me because she did a fantastic job with the other procedure.
At 12:30, Maggie brought Elizabeth to my room so I could nurse her before they started. This would be the last feed until night (the rest she would need to drink by bottle/cup, hopefully). I was so happy about the timing of her feedings from overnight and morning (surprise number two!); she had only woken at 2am and 5am, nursing on one side each time, then nursed on both at 9am. When Maggie brought her to my hospital room, she was eager to nurse on both sides so she had a very full belly when they left me again. (She doesn’t normally flop the way she is in the photo below, she was drunk!)
Finally, a little after 1pm, my doctor came in. We chatted for a few minutes and she checked me out one more time (heart, lungs, etc.) and we were good to go. She said they were prepping the operating room and we should be ready by 1:30.
I watched a YouTube video (an Australian gal, can’t remember her name right now) and was thoroughly impressed with her ability to do makeup! Wow, I have a lot to learn! Anyway, just as the video was ending, two nurses came in to get me. I’m guessing they were going to be with me throughout the procedure but I can’t be sure since I was unconscious! The one nurse seemed like she felt exceptionally sorry for me when I told her what the pregnancy situation was (she had asked), but I assured her that all was well.
And so, they wheeled me into the operating room and honestly, I only remember about a minute or two after that. It was cold, I do remember that much, and I recall a nurse putting my arms out to each side. She covered my chest and arms with some sort of warming device, and then I wasn’t cold anymore. Another nurse put a mask on my face; she asked me if I was feeling relaxed and then asked again if I was feeling sleepy…….
then I woke up to my name being said. lol
I was wheeled into the recovery room and a new nurse was talking to me. Wow, was I fuzzy-minded! Then, it all came rushing back. Stephen came in and saw me. I was having some cramping, but it wasn’t bad at all; it felt like mild to moderate menstrual cramps, but oh, I’ve had much worse, so this was nothing! Dr. Moore came in and she told me the third and last surprise for the day! She said the procedure was simple and went absolutely great BECAUSE the tissue, in her professional opinion, did not appear to be a molar, but rather, an incomplete miscarriage only (which is easy to remove)! Just more proof that ultrasounds don’t show everything! Pathology will give her the results in the next few weeks, so we’ll know for sure then. This is excellent news because a molar is far more dangerous than an incomplete miscarriage so it’d be great for it to be that (an incomplete, I mean). The thing is, my hCG has been continuing to rise simply because there was placental tissue in there, not because it was growing. And she said the size and look of tissue she removed was not indicative of a molar. Yay!!
Maggie and Joshua came in to see me for a few minutes after she and Stephen left. I was so sleepy, goodness. Then it was time to be discharged. My legs felt weak and I was still really drowsy, but the cramping had stopped. I had thought it would be more severe and last for days but it hasn’t hurt since right after the surgery, and it’s been six hours at this point since then. :)
Elizabeth wasn’t too happy to be limited to expressed milk instead of breast, but she ultimately did take it when I was putting her to bed tonight.
And I guess that’s it! I am SO HOPEFUL that today was the last part of this story for me!! Thanks for following along and supporting me through it all! (((hugs))) to you guys!
*Update: Test Results (how it all ended)*