I’ve been avoiding you all. My last post was so upbeat and positive and I’m afraid to ruin things with more hopefulness. I’m afraid that if I post about the cerclage going well – it will suddenly turn into a disaster. I say this because only two or three weeks after I finally got around to telling long-distance friends I rarely see or talk to that I was pregnant with Natan, I went into preterm labor. And because with our first pregnancy, when I finally allowed my husband to tell his father that I was pregnant, well, within a day or so that ended. It’s like the universe was kicking me for my optimism and pretension (no I don’t really believe that, I just feel it sometimes….). But here goes….
So we got up early Friday morning, to be at the hospital by 7am. I slept alright the night before, but our cat T. decided to announce loudly that he was bringing his most pathetic toy to bed at 5am. He never plays with this toy. He only offers it as a gift. That’s its (no apostrophe needed) function in the world. So you can appreciate T’s love and generosity, here’s a picture of the Bird with 9 Million Lives:
Prep for the cerclage was uneventful beyond the blown vein on my left wrist. Fortunately, the right worked fine. I couldn’t drink any water after midnight, so surprise surprise, I was horribly dehydrated and my veins weren’t very cooperative.
So then came the move to the operating room and the spinal. The spinal, after all my worries, was nothing. It hurt a little. I kept thinking I could feel my legs until I realized the catheter had gone in and I hadn’t felt a thing. It took about 30 minutes, and Dr. K put in only one stitch, high up. Afterwards, in the recovery room, it took a long time for the feeling to come back in my legs. About an hour longer than expected. I kept thinking I could feel or move my legs, until Josh would tickle me and I felt nothing. Or I’d think I was lifting my legs but wasn’t. After I got feeling and movement back, it still took a few more hours until I could empty my bladder. That kind of sucked, and the nurses were beginning to worry about it.
On Friday, I felt fine. Very little pain, no cramping, very little bleeding. Saturday, some pain, no bleeding. Sunday, some discharge, less pain. Today, some discharge, almost no pain. So all in all, not bad. The worst of the pain, I think, actually came from the awkward position during the procedure.