Recovery

I had the procedure yesterday evening about 5pm. It's called the D and C, dilate and c? Can't remember the term.

Well, what they do is basically insert a tube into the womb and suck out "growth" that's there.

It was painless. Actually the doctor gave me a jab at the back of my hand, like how they'd put in an IV drip, but just a jab and I was knocked out almost immediately. The next thing I know there were two nurses talking very loudly over me in Cantonese. Probably that's how they try to wake you up. I was already wheeled back into my room and was instructed to climb over to my bed from the stretcher.

I was still quite drowsy. They left, Mike came in and said I was only in the operation room for 10 minutes from the time the doctor walked in. We rested a bit. Mike took a nap too. Then we both got ready to leave about 8.30 pm. There was a little bleeding, but the abdomen felt congested still, like a heavy period day, but no cramps.

We got home just before 9pm, had dinner and rested in bed, trying to do some lego modeling of a train with Micah. They boys came up about 10.30 pm. Max fell asleep almost immediately as he nursed. Then Mike fell asleep. Micah slept about 11pm maybe.




Today we played at home. The boys cycled at the porch. Later Micah watched Little Einstein while I read the papers (have not done that for a whole week, so lots to catch up on the local headlines especially) while play pretend with Max: He was pretending to bake muffins by the dining table and kept bringing me one, asking what flavor I wanted next. Then Max and I did a 12 piece puzzle.

Then grandma came back from the market and got us all roti chanai for lunch. Now I gotta get the boys ready for their nap.

Thanks, my friends, for all your care and prayers.
Thank you for walking through the shadows of death with us.


p/s - Some poignant moments:

While we were at the clinic, they also have a nursery there and we saw 3 new born girls and we stood there for a while enjoying other people's babies. That was a rather painful moment for us because we have to wait a little longer before we get to hold another of our own.

Then, while I was waiting for the doc, another baby was delivered in the next ward. It was a boy. 3.8 kg the doctor said when I asked. I mentioned my first was also 3.8 and second was 4.0kg. He laughed, "Wow, big babies," (that's by Asian standards.) Yes, we will always remember what we still have to enjoy and give thanks for the boys.

Between my waking and sleeping moments in the clinic, I saw tears in the Daddy's eyes. He later told me he was saying goodbye to a little "M" that would never be. Letting go, especially a precious one, is never never easy. Mommy? Mommy just have tears roll down her cheeks now and then whenever something triggers the feeling of loss, could be at most unexpected times and at familiar places...