Well my surgery is over! I only had to tell people our baby died 2 times! Can't they just flag your name somehow? The anesthesiologist was like, "So you have a month and a half old baby at home?" No, actually he died. Anyway, she suggested I take something to calm my nerves as she felt I was probably a little anxious being at the hospital. That was nice. They wheeled me into the OR and I saw the big stirrup, obviously meant for me, and I started to get panicky. However, the lovely lady administered something that put me to sleep (or at least I think it did) before they actually knocked me out. I liked it much better that way. So, the surgery went well and quicker than they thought. I am pretty sore and I was shocked at how much gauze one could pack in...but all is well and I am resting. I really like the Hydrocodone...it makes me feel so light in the head. A nice break from all the heaviness that usually is there.

I am really emotionally drained from the holiday and the surgery that I don't feel like I can put any thoughts into words today. I wanted to let people know that the surgery went well and I should have a good recovery if everything keeps going as it is. So if there is a next time for us to have a baby...I should be good to go in the vein category. No need to cart me around on the golf course girls! I'll be walking:)