That's what I'll be on Monday. I'm getting one of my Christmas presents early. A hernia repair. Isn't that right up at the top of your Christmas list? C'mon. You know you want one.
It's a long story, but to pare it down a bit I seem to have a history of two things. Surgeries and babies. This is how my life has gone (all in the past 9 years) ... surgery, baby, surgery, baby, surgery, baby and now... can you guess? Yep, surgery. And no, I'm not joking.
My first two surgeries (before and after having Sam) were to remove ectopic pregnancies. These are two saga-like stories in and of themselves that I plan on writing about soon. The third, two months after Sadie was born, was to repair an umbilical hernia that formed during my pregnancy with her. Then came the lovely, newly toothie, Miriam. And now, another hernia repair. This one two inches above the previous one.
All women have some muscle separation in their abdomens while carrying a child. Those muscles come back together some time after the birth. My muscles prefer to not. This has made me more susceptible to hernias. Lovely.
Surgery is Monday morning. Hopefully I'll be home the same day. Jamey's semester ends this Friday, so he'll be home to care for me and the kids until well after Christmas. I'm not sure what next week will be like. I'll either have way too much time on my hands and will be writing up a storm or I'll be relishing in the stupor that is pain medication and forget this blog exists.
What I do know, is that nursing Miriam will be tricky. So, if you can find it in your hearts, please breathe a little prayer for us. I'm worried my heart will ache more than my incisions. That baby belongs in my arms.
I anticipate separation anxiety on both our parts.