Going Under the Knife

Okay, so there weren't actually any knives involved (that I know of). On Thursday, I had a little something called a diagnostic hysteroscopy and dilation and curettage done. I am not sure how detailed I should get here on this blog, but if you want to know what that entails, click the link.

So, it kind of reminded me a of a movie... you know, the person is laying on the bed thing and they roll them into the surgery room-- bright lights above shining in your eyes, 6 doctors and nurses all around you, an IV attatched to your hand.

Anyway, they put me completely out with anesthetics. Such a weird thing... one minute I'm laying there in the surgery room, listening to the doctors talk and wondering what the next step is.

Then, I start to feel a little dizzy, and next thing I know I'm waking up in a different room with a painting of sailboats on the wall. The nurse offered me a drink and got me some water with a straw.

I'm sitting there drinking my water and talking to my mom and telling her how the first thing I remember was that painting of sailboats on the wall.....wait.... where'd the painting go???? When did I get in THIS room???? And when did my mom show up? Who knows.... I thought I was completely awake, but apparently there were a few glitches.....

Anyway, that was my fun day.

I couldn't help but imagine what it must be like to be at the hospital, ready to go into labor, ready to have a baby. As they were rolling me down the hall before, I was laying there in my gown, with an IV in my hand. I remembered everyone saying how one of the worst parts of labor is the stupid IV they keep in your hand. My thoughts turned to my friends Lori and Stephanie, who both just had their babies within the past week. As I was thinking of that, the nurse asked "Are you getting nervous?" I told her, "No, I was actually just thinking how two of my friends have gone into labor in the past week and had their babies, and how all I get for now is this....surgery." A little depressing.

So, since everyone else gets to post what they left the hospital with, here's mine:

Isn't he cute? He was about 3 pounds and 14 inches long. LOTS of hair! I think he looks more like his dad for sure....