Hey everyone! Sip sip sip... walk walk walk...
So I was scheduled to be there at 12:30 yesterday, finally got in at 1:30. My husband stayed till 2pm.
The blood thinner shot hurt like hell lol! Tried to ignore the pain, hoped I didn't bruise, well I did lol!
The iv wasn't bad. Watched some tv, blind might I add without my contacts.
At 3pm I went in, got up on the table. The OR was really nice (new operating rooms lol). I was just watching the lights and then they put the mask over my face, felt the pressure on my neck and that's the last I remember.
I remember waking up in recovery, my throat hurt so bad. No one could understand me lol the recovery room nurse was a total biotch... the man was nice. She was yelling, like i couldn't hear her (to other people) freaking me out. Omg it was sooo loud.
I got to the room and the first thing I asked for was my phone. I had created a surgery group on my phone so I only had to text one person lol! So I texted everyone that wanted updates. Got too many replies to respond too lol
The pain wasn't as bad as everyone said. It's tolerable, the pain meds they give you suck lol, I was so gassy and nauseated. I think that is the worst part, the pain from the wounds and the incisions isn't bad at all.
I got up at 2 am and walked like 10 laps lol thought it was 7am. I was asking for my carafate since I was empty and she was like, you'll get it at 9, after breakfast at 7:30. Then I get back and it's only 2am! So my roomie (from Vallejo) and I chatted it up.
I went into surgery at 234! Woohoo.. 6lbs under goal.
Right now it's hard to move without getting gas pains. I'm on the awful liquid vicadin and the carafate.
bought some gas-x strips today and some mints. Man it is nice to have something to suck on lol! About to get me a sugar free popscicle.
So that's my update. My poor husband has my 3 year old, my 2 year old in a body cast and me crying of gas pains to take care of.
I probably should have rescheduled because I feel so guilty, but I'm glad I went through with it, because it's too late to go back now!
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Memorial Day
Well today is Monday May 25th, Happy Memorial Day - NOT
Saturday morning I got up at about 9:15, spent most of Friday night cleaning getting ready for Brandy (our roomates) welcome back party scheduled for Saturday evening.
So around 9:30 I hear the kids jumping around upstairs and the bath water running, since they needed a bath before we ran errans.
Well not 5 minutes later my husband rushes down stairs and says the baby (jayson, he'll be two in 3 weeks) twisted his leg and he heard a pop.
He hands me the baby and says he feels dizzy and nauseated. He lays on the floor and is sweating profusely while I have a crying baby. I checked his leg, everything felt intact, nothing protruding. Bent his knee and he screams and I can hear the cracking.
So I tell Pat to call the advice nurse, he thinks he's just hungry but he is incoherant. Had to ask me for Kaiser's number when it's programmed in the phone. We would have called 911 if we knew it was broken, but when I think pop, I think dislocation, pop it back right?
So they send us to minor injury in Vallejo. We got up there about 10am. We are seen pretty quickly, but then the wait for an xray is an hour or two. Then the doctor.
When Pat came back from the Xray (omg hearing the baby scream in soooo much pain in the xray room was awful). He said the technician said he can't diagnose anything but showed him the break. How awful. It's called a spiral fracture of his femur. His thigh bone, the strongest bone in our body he broke jumping on the bed. Go figure.
So now we know it's broken, but have to pretend to be uninformed. The orthepedic surgeon is sent in and tells us it is broken and that they have to do surgery. But it's only surgery because they have to put him to sleep. That he'll be in a "spica" cast that goes up to under his arms for 6-8 weeks. She says they'll do surgery as soon as the OR opens up. The nurse in the MIC gave Jayson a bear, I gave it a broken leg and then he threw it down and I gave it a broken arm. You'll see him throughout the pictures.
Now we're scared, they splint him and we worry. We text and call everyone in Pat's phone because we ran out without mine. We were all in our pajamas, jayson only had a shirt and a diaper because he was getting ready for bath.
After a few hours they tell us that they won't operate at Vallejo because the anesthisalogist doesn't feel comfortable putting a baby to sleep. Poor Jayson is in the same position for hours, curled up and in pain.
They want to send us to Oakland to their pediatrics department. They got an admitting pediatric surgeon and orthepedic surgeon and anesthisalogist. BUT they don't have a room for him so we'll have to wait. It was about 3 when I pitched another fit about what was happening. I told them they need to call SF and Sac Kaiser and see if they have everything we need. Finally they did and got us into Roseville. I don't remember what time the ambulence finally arrived but they did. Jayson screamed when they put him in the carseat gurney, they didn't even know how to work it because they've never transported a baby without a real car seat. (Had they told us they needed a car seat, Pat would have left ours when they left to get dinner for Raymond).
So Jayson and I rode to Roseville and Pat took care of Ray, poor kid was stuck in the room with us all day bored out of his mind.
When we got to Roseville he got his own room and his own bed. He was still in pain. They'd be giving him Tylenol with Codeine every 4 hours, but it didn't seem like it worked much.
We met with the orthepedic surgeon around 7pm, he was really nice and really informative. Told us about the spica cast and how it was going to be a long 6-8 weeks. Hearing it and seeing it are two different things. He said they'd put an IV in and then around 10 or 10:30 they'd bring him in the OR and then put him to sleep through his IV. He told me the side effects and risks of putting him under, but how else were we going to fix him?
When the nurses put the IV in, it felt like forever, the needle bent and she couldn't get it to flush properly. He cried and cried and shrilled in pain. I almost threw up, mother's instint was to protect him and my blood pressure shot up, i was pissed it was taking so long and I was dehydrated, hadn't drank anything since the night before and it was now almost 8pm. They brought me some ice water and I was alright.
He was okay too, super hurt but alright.
He took a cat nap of about 20 minutes and we watched Cars the movie and hung out.
Around 11:00 they started to prep him for surgery, getting his crib ready and rolling him into the pre-op area. I got to stay, he was fast asleep. I met with the doctors and they told me everything they'd do. The anesthisalogist said that he would just put the anesthisia through the IV since he already had one.
I was then sent to the waiting room while my poor baby slept through his cast.
At 2am they called me back, he was asleep and OMG the cast freaked me out. My poor buddah baby all covered in a full cast. Now I thought he'd be in a "partially" seated position. NOT. He was completely flat! OMG.. how were we going to move him, how would he eat.. anything...
I cried... and cried... and cried. The only part that is bent is his right knee :(
I called Pat and he was frustrated that he hadn't heard from me since 11:30, his cell had died (the one I had) so I couldn't call till I got to recovery. So of course, we're all tired and the convo was mostly my tears.
We got back to the room at about 2:30 and he was still asleep. We slept until 5:30 and then he was up. Then he saw and felt the cast and freaked out. That was hard... He said "OFF" and tried pushing it off. Do you know how hard it is to explain to a 23 month old that his leg is broken and he has something foreign on him for what will seem like forever?
So the next few hours we cat napped for 5 minutes here and there. By 8 he got milk and cheerios. His instinct was to use his arms to try to push himself up. He was mad when he couldn't do it :( It was horrible to see... horrible.. he was used to being almost self sufficient and now he has to rely on us for everything.
Around 9 Pat comes to the hospital. Tells us he got a speeding ticket for going 80 on i-80, apparently it was a no tolerance weekend. After showing him the pictures and telling him about Jayson, the asshole still gave him a ticket. WTF plus gave him a citation for not having an updated address on his license. Shitty.
We were supposed to be discharged at 11 with a car seat and a wheel chair. Well 11 came and went.
Finally at 1 we get the discharge papers and are walked to the car. We go to put him in the carseat and he doesn't fit. The straps are too short. I cried.. how were we going to get home? I freaked out. Poor Raymond had been at the hospital once again, was starving, baby is scared, Pat and I are tired and now we're stuck.
Pat and baby went back into the hospital to figure it out. I drove around for an hour looking for food for us to eat. Meanwhile Raymond fell asleep in the car. So we get back to the hospital and I run in food for Pat and baby and go to park and wait to see what's going on.
So then they talk about a "vest" that he would lay on in the back seat so I'd need my dad to come pick up Ray and I. So my dad takes off from Napa and then Pat calls and says they are going to transport them via gurney services to the house. So I call my dad and tell him to head to our house and meet us there. About 3:30.
Well I go to pull out of the parking spot and the car dies. Ran out of fucking gas... SERIOUSLY!!! Are you FUCKING kidding? Yeah.. well what are we gonna do? We're in ROSEVILLE. So the social worker calls security, they can't do anything but not ticket or tow me since I'm in 20 minute parking.
I call my dad to come up and bring me gas. Then Brandy says she will. Then the Social worker said she will. So I cancel my dad and Brandy lol and the social worker goes and gets me gas. What a lifesaver.
By 4:15 we are on the road.
Around 6 on Sunday night Pat gets in the ambulence to go home. My poor baby was finally home.
Who knew all this would happen just a few days before surgery. I've gone back and forth the past few days about cancelling but the only time I'd be able to do it would be next summer. Why not just have Pat work harder for 6 weeks now than 12 weeks total lol! We had planned for him to be home the next 6 weeks anyways to take care of me, so now we just have a baby home too.
I can push him in the stroller, hold him and change his diaper after surgery. It'll be hard, but we'll manage. Raymond will probably feel it the most since baby is getting the most attention but he likes that he has more computer time now.
Tomorrow I have to get our swim lessons refunded or moved for Jayson. Hopefully I'll be well enough by the 22nd of June for Raymond's swim lessons, I'm sure I will be.
Anyways, that's my update. He's sleeping now in his bed, on lots of pillows, in the living room. we'll change his diaper in another 30 minutes and then try and get some sleep. Here is a picture of him and raymond on the bean bag. Raymond got iron man glasses and jay got batman. They came in usefull for our walk today.
Tomorrow is my last day before surgery. Though I'm excited, I'm nervous about how we'll handle it.
Thank god a Passion Parties gal on my team, dear Cynthia, is going to come over the day of surgery and watch Jayson while we drop off Raymond and Pat takes me to the hospital. Then she'll come on Thursday to watch him while Pat picks me up. Every one is being great, Nick and Lindsey and his daughter brought Jay a dolphin, Kim and Denise are going to make him pants. Pat's dad went for a walk with us to the store today and Raymond rode his bike the whole way there and back.
Walking will be great after surgery and now we have a great reason, since we can't just drive anywhere now. I just had a great idea! THE BUS! We can take the bus around lol! Ghetto Fairfield Public Transit, but at least he doesn't have to have a car seat lol!
That's my update.
Saturday morning I got up at about 9:15, spent most of Friday night cleaning getting ready for Brandy (our roomates) welcome back party scheduled for Saturday evening.
So around 9:30 I hear the kids jumping around upstairs and the bath water running, since they needed a bath before we ran errans.
Well not 5 minutes later my husband rushes down stairs and says the baby (jayson, he'll be two in 3 weeks) twisted his leg and he heard a pop.
He hands me the baby and says he feels dizzy and nauseated. He lays on the floor and is sweating profusely while I have a crying baby. I checked his leg, everything felt intact, nothing protruding. Bent his knee and he screams and I can hear the cracking.
So I tell Pat to call the advice nurse, he thinks he's just hungry but he is incoherant. Had to ask me for Kaiser's number when it's programmed in the phone. We would have called 911 if we knew it was broken, but when I think pop, I think dislocation, pop it back right?
So they send us to minor injury in Vallejo. We got up there about 10am. We are seen pretty quickly, but then the wait for an xray is an hour or two. Then the doctor.
When Pat came back from the Xray (omg hearing the baby scream in soooo much pain in the xray room was awful). He said the technician said he can't diagnose anything but showed him the break. How awful. It's called a spiral fracture of his femur. His thigh bone, the strongest bone in our body he broke jumping on the bed. Go figure.
So now we know it's broken, but have to pretend to be uninformed. The orthepedic surgeon is sent in and tells us it is broken and that they have to do surgery. But it's only surgery because they have to put him to sleep. That he'll be in a "spica" cast that goes up to under his arms for 6-8 weeks. She says they'll do surgery as soon as the OR opens up. The nurse in the MIC gave Jayson a bear, I gave it a broken leg and then he threw it down and I gave it a broken arm. You'll see him throughout the pictures.
Now we're scared, they splint him and we worry. We text and call everyone in Pat's phone because we ran out without mine. We were all in our pajamas, jayson only had a shirt and a diaper because he was getting ready for bath.
After a few hours they tell us that they won't operate at Vallejo because the anesthisalogist doesn't feel comfortable putting a baby to sleep. Poor Jayson is in the same position for hours, curled up and in pain.
They want to send us to Oakland to their pediatrics department. They got an admitting pediatric surgeon and orthepedic surgeon and anesthisalogist. BUT they don't have a room for him so we'll have to wait. It was about 3 when I pitched another fit about what was happening. I told them they need to call SF and Sac Kaiser and see if they have everything we need. Finally they did and got us into Roseville. I don't remember what time the ambulence finally arrived but they did. Jayson screamed when they put him in the carseat gurney, they didn't even know how to work it because they've never transported a baby without a real car seat. (Had they told us they needed a car seat, Pat would have left ours when they left to get dinner for Raymond).
So Jayson and I rode to Roseville and Pat took care of Ray, poor kid was stuck in the room with us all day bored out of his mind.
When we got to Roseville he got his own room and his own bed. He was still in pain. They'd be giving him Tylenol with Codeine every 4 hours, but it didn't seem like it worked much.
We met with the orthepedic surgeon around 7pm, he was really nice and really informative. Told us about the spica cast and how it was going to be a long 6-8 weeks. Hearing it and seeing it are two different things. He said they'd put an IV in and then around 10 or 10:30 they'd bring him in the OR and then put him to sleep through his IV. He told me the side effects and risks of putting him under, but how else were we going to fix him?
When the nurses put the IV in, it felt like forever, the needle bent and she couldn't get it to flush properly. He cried and cried and shrilled in pain. I almost threw up, mother's instint was to protect him and my blood pressure shot up, i was pissed it was taking so long and I was dehydrated, hadn't drank anything since the night before and it was now almost 8pm. They brought me some ice water and I was alright.
He was okay too, super hurt but alright.
He took a cat nap of about 20 minutes and we watched Cars the movie and hung out.
Around 11:00 they started to prep him for surgery, getting his crib ready and rolling him into the pre-op area. I got to stay, he was fast asleep. I met with the doctors and they told me everything they'd do. The anesthisalogist said that he would just put the anesthisia through the IV since he already had one.
I was then sent to the waiting room while my poor baby slept through his cast.
At 2am they called me back, he was asleep and OMG the cast freaked me out. My poor buddah baby all covered in a full cast. Now I thought he'd be in a "partially" seated position. NOT. He was completely flat! OMG.. how were we going to move him, how would he eat.. anything...
I cried... and cried... and cried. The only part that is bent is his right knee :(
I called Pat and he was frustrated that he hadn't heard from me since 11:30, his cell had died (the one I had) so I couldn't call till I got to recovery. So of course, we're all tired and the convo was mostly my tears.
We got back to the room at about 2:30 and he was still asleep. We slept until 5:30 and then he was up. Then he saw and felt the cast and freaked out. That was hard... He said "OFF" and tried pushing it off. Do you know how hard it is to explain to a 23 month old that his leg is broken and he has something foreign on him for what will seem like forever?
So the next few hours we cat napped for 5 minutes here and there. By 8 he got milk and cheerios. His instinct was to use his arms to try to push himself up. He was mad when he couldn't do it :( It was horrible to see... horrible.. he was used to being almost self sufficient and now he has to rely on us for everything.
Around 9 Pat comes to the hospital. Tells us he got a speeding ticket for going 80 on i-80, apparently it was a no tolerance weekend. After showing him the pictures and telling him about Jayson, the asshole still gave him a ticket. WTF plus gave him a citation for not having an updated address on his license. Shitty.
We were supposed to be discharged at 11 with a car seat and a wheel chair. Well 11 came and went.
Finally at 1 we get the discharge papers and are walked to the car. We go to put him in the carseat and he doesn't fit. The straps are too short. I cried.. how were we going to get home? I freaked out. Poor Raymond had been at the hospital once again, was starving, baby is scared, Pat and I are tired and now we're stuck.
Pat and baby went back into the hospital to figure it out. I drove around for an hour looking for food for us to eat. Meanwhile Raymond fell asleep in the car. So we get back to the hospital and I run in food for Pat and baby and go to park and wait to see what's going on.
So then they talk about a "vest" that he would lay on in the back seat so I'd need my dad to come pick up Ray and I. So my dad takes off from Napa and then Pat calls and says they are going to transport them via gurney services to the house. So I call my dad and tell him to head to our house and meet us there. About 3:30.
Well I go to pull out of the parking spot and the car dies. Ran out of fucking gas... SERIOUSLY!!! Are you FUCKING kidding? Yeah.. well what are we gonna do? We're in ROSEVILLE. So the social worker calls security, they can't do anything but not ticket or tow me since I'm in 20 minute parking.
I call my dad to come up and bring me gas. Then Brandy says she will. Then the Social worker said she will. So I cancel my dad and Brandy lol and the social worker goes and gets me gas. What a lifesaver.
By 4:15 we are on the road.
Around 6 on Sunday night Pat gets in the ambulence to go home. My poor baby was finally home.
Who knew all this would happen just a few days before surgery. I've gone back and forth the past few days about cancelling but the only time I'd be able to do it would be next summer. Why not just have Pat work harder for 6 weeks now than 12 weeks total lol! We had planned for him to be home the next 6 weeks anyways to take care of me, so now we just have a baby home too.
I can push him in the stroller, hold him and change his diaper after surgery. It'll be hard, but we'll manage. Raymond will probably feel it the most since baby is getting the most attention but he likes that he has more computer time now.
Tomorrow I have to get our swim lessons refunded or moved for Jayson. Hopefully I'll be well enough by the 22nd of June for Raymond's swim lessons, I'm sure I will be.
Anyways, that's my update. He's sleeping now in his bed, on lots of pillows, in the living room. we'll change his diaper in another 30 minutes and then try and get some sleep. Here is a picture of him and raymond on the bean bag. Raymond got iron man glasses and jay got batman. They came in usefull for our walk today.
Tomorrow is my last day before surgery. Though I'm excited, I'm nervous about how we'll handle it.
Thank god a Passion Parties gal on my team, dear Cynthia, is going to come over the day of surgery and watch Jayson while we drop off Raymond and Pat takes me to the hospital. Then she'll come on Thursday to watch him while Pat picks me up. Every one is being great, Nick and Lindsey and his daughter brought Jay a dolphin, Kim and Denise are going to make him pants. Pat's dad went for a walk with us to the store today and Raymond rode his bike the whole way there and back.
Walking will be great after surgery and now we have a great reason, since we can't just drive anywhere now. I just had a great idea! THE BUS! We can take the bus around lol! Ghetto Fairfield Public Transit, but at least he doesn't have to have a car seat lol!
That's my update.
Monday, May 18, 2009
8 days left to go...
Wow... time sure does fly when you're having FUN! NOT!
Only 8 days left and I'll be having the RNY!
My biggest concern at this point - not meeting goal!
Last suppers are killing me, trying to get all the stuff I want in, while trying to stay under goal. I have a 3lb cushion but with bloating I could be up 3 lbs the next day.
My second concern - not waking up!
I think that's probably most people's concerns with major surgery is being put under and not waking up. I've already told my husband my arrangements just in case, the chances are slim but you can't be too careful and I absolutely still want to do this.
This is my future, I can take a chance now while mostly healthy or in 25 years and live 25 years overweight and miserable and miss out on my kids lives.
I've been suffering from major hay fever and a sinus infection I think. Tried a nettie pot today and it felt like I just went swimming. It actually helped for an hour or so.
I was going through my vitamins and I think I got the wrong Multi, so I'm going to go get the other ones they recommended. I bought them at bariatricadvantage, should have just gone to the store, but i didn't want to look like an idiot looking all over lol!
I have the pre-op classes on Thursday and then I meet with the surgeon. I am super ready an super excited. I re-read my bariatric binder and realized that there are a lot more foods that I CAN eat that I didn't think I could. So that was kind of a relief.
So yeah, 8 days left till surgery! I'm ready to go!
Only 8 days left and I'll be having the RNY!
My biggest concern at this point - not meeting goal!
Last suppers are killing me, trying to get all the stuff I want in, while trying to stay under goal. I have a 3lb cushion but with bloating I could be up 3 lbs the next day.
My second concern - not waking up!
I think that's probably most people's concerns with major surgery is being put under and not waking up. I've already told my husband my arrangements just in case, the chances are slim but you can't be too careful and I absolutely still want to do this.
This is my future, I can take a chance now while mostly healthy or in 25 years and live 25 years overweight and miserable and miss out on my kids lives.
I've been suffering from major hay fever and a sinus infection I think. Tried a nettie pot today and it felt like I just went swimming. It actually helped for an hour or so.
I was going through my vitamins and I think I got the wrong Multi, so I'm going to go get the other ones they recommended. I bought them at bariatricadvantage, should have just gone to the store, but i didn't want to look like an idiot looking all over lol!
I have the pre-op classes on Thursday and then I meet with the surgeon. I am super ready an super excited. I re-read my bariatric binder and realized that there are a lot more foods that I CAN eat that I didn't think I could. So that was kind of a relief.
So yeah, 8 days left till surgery! I'm ready to go!
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
RNY in 3 Weeks
The above pictures are of me in high school, sophmore and junior year.
Nicole encouraged me to start a blog about my WLS.
I am a mom of two boys, ages 3 and 2 (in June 2009). My husband and I live in Suisun and own a construction company. I am also a Passion Parties consultant and a full time Psychology major at Sac State.
I started this journey for WLS in June 2008 when I requested a referral to the bariatrics department. I weighed 265lbs.
I have always been heavy, at my lightest I was 200lbs my freshman year of high school. At 5'7" tall I was always the big girl. BUT I was active in sports and was on the Varsity diving team at Fairfield High through my Junior year.
At my highest weight, June 2007, I was 320lbs!
In August 2008, I attended the Orientation and Nutrition appointments at Kaiser Richmond.
In October 2008 I attended the Psych portion of the process
In December 2008 I attended the Surgeon appointment and was given a goal weight of 240lbs
Feb 1, 2009 I reached my goal weight
I met with the case manager in mid March 2009 at 237 lbs
Due to my extremely jammed back school schedule I couldn't get a surgery date, since finals weren't until after the 20th of May.
My surgery date is May 27th! I am super excited.
I chose RNY over the lap band because we are done having children (at least biologically) and I have about 85lbs left to lose, I'd like to lose more than 50% of that within the first year.
My ultimate weight loss goal is 150, although I worry about being too thin, I think it's a good goal to set.
Here are some pictures before my kids
Here is me after my kids (not much change since the wedding)
Here are pictures of me in March 2009
3 More weeks to go!
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