Merry Christmas To All!!!
It has taken me quite a while to be inspired to write on this blog...much longer than I would have liked to take, but here I am!
I have been so fortunate these past few years of my life...there have been many blessings given to me and my family...some asked for...some not. As the end of this year rapidly approaches, I reflect back on our many adventures, the growth we've experienced as individuals and as a family and am eternally grateful for being alive and healthy to make more memories and just soak in all that life has to give.
This year ended in a big bang for me...I had my very first surgery this past Monday...okay, so my first official surgery was a c-section. If child birth doesn't really count, having my gall bladder removed wins for my first surgery. I was silently afraid that I wouldn't wake up from the general anesthesia, but I didn't want to dwell too much on it and just trusted in the Lord to do what was in His grand scheme for my life. I prayed for my son to be taken care of and my hubby to make sure he knew how much I loved him.
Everything happened very quickly. From the moment I checked into the hospital, I was whisked into my recovery room to prep for surgery. I had a fabulous nurse who did a great job taking care of me. My doctor and the anesthesiologist came by to answer any questions I had and to assure me that they would do everything they could to make me comfortable. I was finally rolled into the very bright operating room. In less than 2 minutes, my eye lids became extremely heavy. I was given some oxygen, and the next thing I am aware of is waking up to the sound of a nurses soothing voice encouraging me to throw up that disgusting neon green dye they injected into me to ensure all my ducts were clear of any lingering gall stones. I could hardly keep my eyes open as the drugs they gave me were still having a strong affect on me. I asked them to wait about 10-15 minutes before bringing in my family...I didn't want my son to see me groggy, but I didn't know that it was just my husband there to pick me up. The Love Bug was comfortable enough to stay home and play with my dad. I didn't ask, but was pleasantly surprised when my dad said he was coming up at 5 am to stay with the Love Bug so hubby could be with me at the hospital.
I'll spare you a play-by-play of the rest of my surgery adventure. I'm recuperating well and have minimal pain. I'll take this any day to the horrible pain I endured pre-surgery. I lost some excess weight that needed to come off...perhaps not this way, but it's gone nonetheless. ;)
This year we'll be spending Christmas day with my siblings, their families, and my dad...something we haven't done in years. I'm looking forward to celebrating together and eating something more substantial than low-fat soup!
From our hearts to yours, Merry Christmas! May the New Year bring you many blessings!
