{"id":2390,"date":"2011-10-10T09:47:17","date_gmt":"2011-10-10T13:47:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=2390"},"modified":"2011-10-10T09:47:31","modified_gmt":"2011-10-10T13:47:31","slug":"the-day-after","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=2390","title":{"rendered":"The Day After"},"content":{"rendered":"

It’s the day after …\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\n\"\"<\/a>(It’s a uterus pinata … see there are other people that think like me… I’m planning an adios uterus party when I am better!)<\/em><\/p>\n

The boys are (except Josh, of course) are still sound asleep at 8:45 am. \u00a0Even Sanj. \u00a0I love the peacefulness of mornings like this. \u00a0The weather is still gorgeous, giving the illusion that summer is lingering. \u00a0It’s the day after our Thanksgiving Dinner, leaving today to relax and enjoy without the pressure of “Is that turkey done?” \u00a0<\/em>Since 9\/10 we are the hosts, days like yesterday are fatiguing.<\/p>\n

My \u00a0mom arrived yesterday evening which means, today, my “last supper” will be something yummy! \u00a0I shopped for all the essentials that are needed to keep the house running smoothly, or semi-smoothly while I am “vacationing.” \u00a0I bought a wack of new socks to replenish the sock bin, as that bin seems to have depleted. \u00a0I bought juices boxes, sandwich meats, snacks and all that jazz for lunches. \u00a0I took all the laundry to the Wash, Dry and Fold, since I did not have time this \u00a0week to keep up with it this week, so I’ll have to put it away and can leave knowing each boy’s drawers are full of clean underwear. \u00a0I even washed and changed sheets so my babes are sleeping on cleaning smelling sheets. \u00a0I wonder if Shopper’s Drug Mart is open? \u00a0I forgot to buy new toothbrushes for each, something I wanted to do.<\/p>\n

Going on “vacation” requires a lot of planning when you are leaving your babes. \u00a0Sanj will have his hands full, driving them to school, picking them up, homework, hockey… my mom will help with meals and laundry. \u00a0Friends are helping with some of the meals. \u00a0It will all be good. \u00a0I hope to focus fully on my recovery.<\/p>\n

Someone asked me if I am sad about losing my uterus? \u00a0I am not really the kind of person that lets that define my womanhood. \u00a0I have so much that defines me. \u00a0Yet, I have always had this secret dream of becoming pregnant “by accident” and having twins. \u00a0I always wanted twins. \u00a0Now that dream will be bid farewell. \u00a0lol \u00a0So, no, there isn’t much sadness to losing my uterus. \u00a0I am actually delighted to be able to plan my life without the monthly interruptions of cramps, pain and frustration.<\/p>\n

I am scared though. \u00a0Today, finally is here with not much to occupy my mind. \u00a0And so, that nagging fear of going under, of trusting my body to a surgeon… someone whom I hope studied lots rather than partied, who I hope didn’t drink too much coffee before handling dangerous instruments on my body, someone who knows my uterus versus say my spleen… \u00a0so there is fear now that is occupying my thoughts as I count down the hours. \u00a0I am scared of my IV. \u00a0I hate IVs. \u00a0I am scared of that yucky feeling when you wake up from anesthetic. \u00a0I am scared of the promise of pain I will feel. \u00a0I am scared of all the unknowns.<\/p>\n

I hope for success. \u00a0I hope for no complications. \u00a0I hope for peace. \u00a0I hope for well behaved kids while I am out. \u00a0I hope for being back to normal very soon.<\/p>\n

My little “vacation” is T-minus 22 hours and counting. \u00a0Tomorrow at 8 am I’ll be in the OR. \u00a0Please, if you have a moment, could you say a prayer for me?<\/p>\n

Thanks.<\/p>\n

Happy Thanksgiving.\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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