Today marks baby Duke’s fourth week of life. What a time it’s been, crazy! We’ll start off with a big fat THANK YOU to my mommy. Thank goodness she has been here for us. Sure, she came over for the birth of our Duke, but after four days of labor that turned into an emergency C-section, we had another happening.
I got a ride in an ambulance straight to the A&E (ER in USA terms). I had a gall stone attack which caused me to keep throwing up and a LOT of pain. I couldn’t stop heaving. The paramedic suspected that a stone was blocking a bile duct, that caused me so much pain. Derek was in A&E with me until 5 am; The next day, it caused me to go jaundice. I was very yellow. Over the next few days, the surgeons determined I had a number of gall stones and that one indeed was blocking the bile duct. They told me I had to wait until the stone passed and that I would have to have my gall bladder removed. Not only that, but due to previous surgeries, including my C-section two weeks prior, it was likely to be open abdominal surgery, which would set my recovery time back by weeks. REALLY!?!?
During the first 5 days, I was kept in a ward that didn’t allow Duke to visit, too many germs. It was so traumatic! That was the hardest part.
So, I’m finally home and able to write you that the operation was a huge success. I was able to have laparoscopic operation rather than the open procedure. This meant the recovery time was significantly shorter. I received excellent care, which included my doctor switching me to a private room to allow for Duke visits—YAY!!
Memaw, as we like to call her, was the primary care giver during the day for baby Duke for those nine days while Derek had to go to work. THANK GOD FOR GRANDMA! I try not to think about what we would have done if she were not with us. This was a real taste of what expat life will be for us, away from our support networks. I’m just so relieved that she was here. Memaw extended her stay, to save us yet again. We’ve been enjoying her company as I recover. Thank you mommy!
Nine days was nearly half of Duke’s life. It was very traumatic for me not knowing when I would get better or if I could see my new baby. I cried a lot. It was pretty serious (my pain, that is) for the first few days. However, all I kept thinking is that my baby would not know who I was when I finally got back home.
I hope to be better recuperated before she leaves next week. By recuperated, I mean I hope I can get out of bed without any pain. Two abdominal surgeries in less than a month kinda sucks. I sure will miss the extra set of hands. I am very anxious about being a real mom, on my own, just me and the Duke while Derek is at work. Luckily, I have had a great teacher to show me how it’s done.
It has been such a joy watching my mom hold my son. The overwhelming amount of love is evident in just watching her hold him. I cannot express how amazing it is to experience the love of a grandma. We love you, Memaw! Thanks for all that you’ve done for us!