Resurrection, Part 4

Seeing my room mate do so badly after her surgery made me really nervous for my own surgery. Luckily, I had a steady stream of visitors to distract me. Lee's sister, Lee's grandmother, my dad again, and my parent's pastor were among those who kept my mind off my general misery. By Thursday afternoon, everything was looking up and I went in ro have my gallbladder taken out.

All the nurses and doctors down in the operating area were really nice and reassuring. The anesthesia worked so quickly that I didn't have any idea they had even given it to me. I just woke up suddenly. I had no pain and just four little holes in my stomach where they had gone in. Everything went as smoothly as possible.

They let me eat chicken broth and green jello. That was the most delicious meal ever.

The next morning, the doctor's came in and said I looked fine and everything was fine. Then they sent me home. Just like that.

The first couple of days of recovery were awful, though I'm not sure why. I spent a lot of time in the bathroom and I lot of time writhing around in misery in bed. Lee babied me, kept the kids in the living room with him, brought me drinks, etc. 3:00 am Saturday night (er, Sunday morning... whatever) something broke and I was suddenly thirsty again. I knew then that I would be okay. I got a tall drink and went to sleep.

Since then, I have been resting and healing. Some days are better than others (today I had a low grade fever and was miserable to everybody) but for the most part I am fine, now. I can eat anything. I can't describe how good that feels. In the weeks leading up to the hospital, I felt like I would never be able to enjoy food again.

Julius is nursing again just fine. It took a few days to build my supply back up again, but I think he had actually put on some weight in the time since I got home - making up for lost time! I was able to use a hospital breat pump while I was in just to keep it going (I am so proud of myself for that, I had to ask three different nurses, but I got it done) but it is all fine now.

Lee and I both gained a new appreciation for each other while I was away. I was so impressed with how he was able to watch the three kids overnight without freaking out. It's always been a fear of mine that if something happened to me, he would be lost, but I'm not worried about that anymore. And Lee appreciated me, too... there was a very sweet phone call... I won't try to speak for his feelings, but it was definitely an anniversary we will never forget.

It's good to be home. It's good to be holding my kids again. They missed me almost as much as I missed them. I have gotten many good hugs and loving words :)

I'm two weeks behind on my schoolwork now. My teachers are being gracious about it, but I need to buckle down now and catch up.

Thanks to everybody for praying for me, and thanks to Jesus for sustaining me.