Thursday, January 15, 2009

Recovery

This week I had surgery scheduled, hopefully to fix the female plumbing issues I've been having since Elle was born. The procedure itself was actually pretty painless, even after I regained consciousness. I was home the same day and by the day after was back to herding kidlets. Honestly, the hardest thing about the whole ordeal was the adjustment to the fact that it essentially rendered me sterile. Not by any stretch of the imagination do I ever want to wear pants with an elastic middle, have to step on a scale in full judgement of a nurse assistant the size of Gweneth Paltrow, or have to send Curt out for Preparation H while I hold a screaming newborn. But it's still strange to have that ability taken away, rather like man-o-pause in my early (ish) 30s.

And maybe I'm a big puss, but I did kind of feel like my head was a giant snow globe that had fallen into the clutches of Ellie. It's taking a little while for all of my thoughts and feelings about it to settle. I'm getting there, and since both Evan and Ellie will be in preschool this September, I'm starting to look forward to phase 2 of my life - the selfish years. I've started pulling up college catalogs and filling out FAFSA forms, and I'm getting pretty geeked up about having a conversation that doesn't revolve around Yo Gabba Gabba.

I didn't tell the kids what was going on, only just that I had to go in to the hospital, but I'd be home before they got back from school. As it turned out Brett beat us home that day and was a little concerned. He asked specifically what I'd been there for and when I told him I had minor surgery, he naturally wanted more details.

"It was on my girly bits, Brett."

"Oh man! I do not need to hear about this."

"Well, luckily I wasn't planning on giving you any more details."

"Good." He reached over to hug me, gingerly patting me as if I'd break. "And I'm sorry you had to have surgery on your, um whatever, I'm sure it didn't feel good."

"Thanks Brett, but I can't imagine a surgery that does feel good."

"Sure, I can. One on Emma's head."

And Evan, who seemed largely oblivious to all of it, crawled up into my lap this morning, hugged me, and then lifted his head up to look at me.

"Mom, is you feel better now?"

"Yes sweetie, mommy feels better now."

"Good. Can I have a cookie?"

6 comments:

thedailyelephant said...

hey! stumbled across your blog. I am sorry to hear about what is going on... and wish you all the best. like the blog!

Lyndsay said...

Yay! You are alive! I'm glad to hear everything went okay - I've been thinking about you. Take the time you need to mourn phase I, because then it will be time to embrace phase II like no one's business :)

Special K said...

I love how you are so honest. I think I feel similar issues about selling baby stuff or maternity stuff- I don't want to shut the door on that idea at all. But I only have 2, not 6. Also, as the kids get bigger it's hard to not want it all back.

BUT>>>>> I do seem to remember you wanting to get more edumacated sometime right around finding out Ellie was entering your life? So for you, I am sooooo happy for this phase of your life:)

C. Beth said...

You have a very, very sweet little boy there.

Sorry about the surgery--very glad to hear that it went well and glad to hear from you in general! You deserve the "time off"--but you're always missed.

Kristi said...

Sorry to hear about your "girly bits" surgery. No fun! However, look at it this way, your "girly bits" (I'm stealing this phrase by the way!)have done exceedingly well for you...6 TIMES! That said, I totally understand your apprehension to fully embrace the next phase of motherhood. Hugs to you, Caroline!

Ginger said...

Glad the surgery went well and hopefully this new year will turn around and be awesome! Congratulations on going back to school! That has to feel great!