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Day Two Post-Surgery

Have you ever noticed how you really cannot get any rest in the hospital? I swear someone was in my room every hour poking, prodding, check my bandages it was insane. So I survived the surgery and the first day post-surgery but I had always known the second day after surgery is always the worst for pain. So my plastic surgeon wants me to get up and walk today. I am really not looking forward to this. SO I get woken up early with the shift change and then about 8 they bring in some breakfast, by this time it has been 2 full fays since I have eaten I was not super hungry but I wanted to eat something. They brought me broth! I hate broth; it is so salty I just cannot eat it but this is all they would bring me.

I needed to get up and walk today so seeing as breakfast was a flop I called the nurse and along with my hubby each grabbed a side and we walked. With the hip to hip incision I could not stand straight yet, they wanted me to walk like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. I felt quite ridiculous but this was something I had to do. I made one lap around the nurses’ station and that was enough for me. I tried to convince the nurse to take the catheter out if I can walk I can walk to the restroom, but they would not take it out until I could walk by myself. I had them help me a couple of times that day make my little loop.

I had not seen my kids in two days and I missed them terribly. I had talked to them a couple of times the previous day but I needed to see them. My mom brought them up and warned them to be careful of my tummy and “girls” that I was sore. They were just what the doctor ordered. I felt so much better seeing them, I was able to sit up part way which was nice and I put a pillow over my stomach just in case but it was amazing seeing them. I wanted so bad to work hard at walking so I could go home to them soon. I was supposed to be in for five days and this was day two but I wanted to go home with my kids. They kissed me good night and I sent them home with my hubby. When they left I cried, I don’t know why really I blame it on the morphine.

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About Tammy Woolard

My name is Tammy and I am 40 year old mother of 3 wonderful children who came to us through domestic adoption. Although we did not have any fertility issues we chose adoption because there are so many kids that did not ask to be born but truly want a family to love. We did research on adoption choices and decided on domestic adoption through CPS. You would be surprised the differences between each agency. The adoption process is nothing like you see in the movies. I am also a 5 year breast cancer survivor. When I was diagnosed my kids were 3, 5 and 7 I did so much research I may have driven my Dr. a little crazy but that is ok it is my body not his.