Who needs a Gall Bladder any way?!

As most of you have probably heard I had my gall bladder taken out last Thursday the 3rd. The whole situation came on really quickly! The Saturday prior Albert picked up some Burger King on the way home for dinner and that evening I started having some back pain that then turned into back and front pain. It kept me up all night as well as feeling a bit nauseous. I just assumed the pain was from lifting Antonio so much and the the nausea was from BK. Well Sunday Albert went to work as usual since I woke up (after FINALLY falling asleep) feeling much better. I pretty much felt fine through the day until that evening. Sure enough that same back to front pain started up again. I started thinking the front pain wasn't right, maybe I had bruised a rib or something from having Antonio on me so much. Monday was my 6 week postpartum check up so I mentioned it to my doctor who thought maybe it was my liver. He took blood and perscribed me some vicatin for the pain. Albert had Monday and Tuesday off so I rested and decided I was ok for Wednesday. Wednesday was very similar to Sunday except it got worse and worse though the afternoon and evening. I finally decided that I was in so much pain that I should go into the walk in clinic. I saw a doctor and she thought it was my gall bladder from my description and urine results. She also however, took blood in case it was a kidney infection. So she made me an appt. for an ultrasound for the next morning (Thursday) to check. Sure enough it was my gall bladder and needed to be removed. Ugh.. The doctor then told me to go home from the US appt., pack an overnight bag and head over to the hospital. They were going to take it out this afternoon. Just when I was feeling so much better from my cesarean I was going back to the hospital to have another surgery on my mid section. Oh joy.... So off we went. They admitted me and had my gall bladder out by 5 that evening.

I was to share a room with what sounded like a very old man but I was told it was a lady. She was getting help from a nurse and it seemed like she was a bit hard of hearing because she was talking louder than normal. Of course I was to be at bed one, the closet to the door, so every time a nurse would come it they would walk by me to get to her. Luckily Albert, Antonio and I went to my room and as the nurse came in to get my vitals I was feeding Antonio. She was so wonderful she cleaned up an empty room on the corner and had me moved to it so I could have Antonio there and not be bothered. Not only that but had the other bed blocked so no one would be put in the room with me. Phew..... That made the whole situation so much better! So Thursday evening my gall bladder came out and Friday I went home unable to really do anything. Luckily one of my best friends had known what was going on and volunteered to pack her 9 month old and husband up to come up here. The three of them drove up from Portland Friday evening to stay and take care of Antonio while Albert went to work. I am not to lift or carry anything over 15 lbs for two weeks and well that is pretty much Antonio. They stayed from Friday evening until this evening (Monday) and did everything to take care of Antonio. They are and were truly a blessing! Albert has the next two days off then we will see how we are then. Hopefully I will be doing much better.

Emotionally this has been so hard. Just when I was feeling so much better and able to drive Antonio and I around this happens and I fall right back to not being able to do anything. So frustrating; I feel like I have been so helpless for so long. I just want to not be in physical pain anymore and to be able to be a mom. : ( If anything good has come from this gall bladder thing is that Albert and Antonio have created an awesome bond. They have grown much closer in just the past week; it is amazing! So please pray for us. I need to get better as soon as possible. The next two days I will continue to rest but then we need me to be better. Antonio needs a mama and Albert needs his wife and I need to feel good so I can feel positive again.