I can't believe that it is actually over and I am home! Well, I got home yesterday, but had a house full of people so couldn't get on here until now!.
When my Dr. first told me that I would only have to spend one night in the Castle I was glad, but I must say I did think that he was a little crazy! One day - that seemed like an awfully short time. I went in for the TVH at 4:00pm Tuesday and was on my way home by 9:00am Wednesday! Once I got fully awake and was able to start urinating for real ( about 3:30 am) I was ready to come home! I didn't even need a catheter at all! Not that I didn't have some discomfort and even some actual pain for about 6 hours, but it was not nearly as bad as I had anticipated.
I have been home since yesterday and I have had to rest a lot, (even slept for 4 hours this afternoon) but it has been hard for me to stay off of my feet. My body is letting me know that I am overdoing it though and I am determined to listen! I don't want to delay my recovery at all.
I hope and pray that everyone who had their Castle day this week is doing well and I will continue to pray for those who are recovering and the LIW (bless their hearts). The waiting is the worst part (REALLY). We ran two hours late and I thought that I would go crazy and that my DH was going to blow a gasket!
A little note on all of our DH and the rest of our wonderful families: Even if they don't sit down and cry with you or even talk about how this is affecting them - they do still care. Sometimes it is hard for them because they don't want us to worry about them and want us to concentrate on ourselves. My DH didn't show how worried he really was until they told us that the surgery was being delayed for 2 hours. That is when the pacing and jitters started to show on him. When they finally came to take me to the OR I didn't think that he was going to let go of my hand. Afterwards he was right there holding my hand when I woke up with tears in his eyes and a smile on his face. He is a very strong man and I thank God that he was there to be the strong one the week before the &quot;big day&quot; when I was falling apart. At the time I was beginning to think that he didn't care, now I realize it was just the opposite, he was doing what I needed him to do. The rest of my family was also great. I had my mom to tell me that it I was going to be so glad that I made the decision to have to surgery and that every day that passed was one day that I was closer to being completely well. I had my sister to lean on and be able to cry with when my emotions got the best of me (like now). My daddy was there with not much to say, but he knows that him just being there gave me strength. My two girls (12 and 9) even helped out by not fighting for two whole days!!! I don't know what I would have done without any of them and I hope that they realize just how much every one of them means to me. Maybe I should have them log on and read this. No, they will get mad at me for being up!
Thanks to all everyone on this website for their encouragement and support! I have taken up enough time and space for now and besides I am getting a little tired.
s to everyone!