Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Moments with the Mullers: Week 2 is officially over!
Moments with the Mullers: Week 2 is officially over!: Weekly weigh in: Loss this week: 8 pounds Loss since surgery: 26 pounds Overall Loss: 68...
Week 2 is officially over!
Weekly weigh in:
Loss this week: 8 pounds
Loss since surgery: 26 pounds
Overall Loss: 68 pounds
I'm pretty pumped that I am almost 70 pounds down; however, I was a little disappointed with this weeks loss. Don't get me wrong, 8 pounds is amazing but compared to the 18 last week, it kinda is a downer. I knew this would evenutally happen, but wasn't expected it so soon.
I did lose some inches on my waist, thighs, neck and hips. That really excites me. It proves that all of this hard work is paying off.
So week two was a bit rougher if you can imagine that. It started out great. I had a little energy. I started back to the gym. I still went a little stir crazy inside this house for days on end, but other that the beginning of week was pretty good; however, as the week ran on, I felt weak and got tired quicker. I then became worried about coming back to work and having enough energy to sustain it. So since I was stir crazy, we decided to get out town. We took my wonderful brillant neice to OKC to the children's museum. It was great and I'm so glad we decided to schedule the dome movie after an hour of being there but the 40 minute moving really saved me. We had a great time and Rylee really had a great time and she didn't even know she was learning. Afterwards, we went to Chuck E. Cheese. This was probably the hardest moment of this time. I sat there and drank water while my loved ones ate this delicious smelling pizza. But I held fast because I know eating this could not only make me sick and possibly damage my patch, but it could also rip my stomach open and kill me. Some people like to gamble with part of their surgery, but not me. No way! After Chuck E. Cheese, I became extremely tired. I knew then I had made a mistake and took it too far.
On Sunday, I could not shake the fatigue. We had a good day at church and two baptisms praise the Lord! We also ate after church. Well everyone else. I drank a few drinks of a protein shake while everyone else at my Nana's beans and my chicken and stuffing and Papa's brisket. These are the moments that I have buyers remorse, but it's psychological. I need to remember that food is not a comfort and food is not what brings families together. It's not easy.
The last two days I've been back at work. I really do love my job and I love the people I work with. It's been wonderful to get all of the support from my coworkers and hearing things like "You're shrinking" "You look great!" "You need to get some new clothes." These make my day that much better.
Today, I was able to go to water aerobics and it was exhausting. I had to take breaks. I also pride myself on being one of the faster people in the class. Today I wasn't even close. It was hard, but I did it. I've discovered that I'm a little resilient and stubborn. I push through the nausea and exhaustion. I have a goal and I'm that much closer to it.
I also started eating today. I've had a little over half of cheese stick throughout the entire day. I'm afraid to eat more than that. I don't want to throw up or get dumping syndrome. I'm not hungry at all, but I know that I need to eat something to help keep my metabolism up. I also got to start vitamins today so this should help with the fatigue. I'm praying. I also am going to take biotin because I have a little more falling out than I think it should. There is no clear research on this, but it can't hurt right?
So, that's the update this week. I've lost pounds and lost inches and I'm tired. But tomorrow is a new day and I've been promised that the fatigue gets better. Things really are going as normal as expected and there's nothing uncommon about the symptoms that I am experiencing. So, for those of you who are worrying don't. These are normal feelings. I've researched it, talked to people who have the surgery and discussed these options with my physician.
Again, all I ask is for prayers and the continued support. Also, again for those of you who have surgery questions for me, just ask. I'm pretty open about this experience as you can read.
Happy reading everyone!
God bless you!!
Loss this week: 8 pounds
Loss since surgery: 26 pounds
Overall Loss: 68 pounds
I'm pretty pumped that I am almost 70 pounds down; however, I was a little disappointed with this weeks loss. Don't get me wrong, 8 pounds is amazing but compared to the 18 last week, it kinda is a downer. I knew this would evenutally happen, but wasn't expected it so soon.
I did lose some inches on my waist, thighs, neck and hips. That really excites me. It proves that all of this hard work is paying off.
So week two was a bit rougher if you can imagine that. It started out great. I had a little energy. I started back to the gym. I still went a little stir crazy inside this house for days on end, but other that the beginning of week was pretty good; however, as the week ran on, I felt weak and got tired quicker. I then became worried about coming back to work and having enough energy to sustain it. So since I was stir crazy, we decided to get out town. We took my wonderful brillant neice to OKC to the children's museum. It was great and I'm so glad we decided to schedule the dome movie after an hour of being there but the 40 minute moving really saved me. We had a great time and Rylee really had a great time and she didn't even know she was learning. Afterwards, we went to Chuck E. Cheese. This was probably the hardest moment of this time. I sat there and drank water while my loved ones ate this delicious smelling pizza. But I held fast because I know eating this could not only make me sick and possibly damage my patch, but it could also rip my stomach open and kill me. Some people like to gamble with part of their surgery, but not me. No way! After Chuck E. Cheese, I became extremely tired. I knew then I had made a mistake and took it too far.
On Sunday, I could not shake the fatigue. We had a good day at church and two baptisms praise the Lord! We also ate after church. Well everyone else. I drank a few drinks of a protein shake while everyone else at my Nana's beans and my chicken and stuffing and Papa's brisket. These are the moments that I have buyers remorse, but it's psychological. I need to remember that food is not a comfort and food is not what brings families together. It's not easy.
The last two days I've been back at work. I really do love my job and I love the people I work with. It's been wonderful to get all of the support from my coworkers and hearing things like "You're shrinking" "You look great!" "You need to get some new clothes." These make my day that much better.
Today, I was able to go to water aerobics and it was exhausting. I had to take breaks. I also pride myself on being one of the faster people in the class. Today I wasn't even close. It was hard, but I did it. I've discovered that I'm a little resilient and stubborn. I push through the nausea and exhaustion. I have a goal and I'm that much closer to it.
I also started eating today. I've had a little over half of cheese stick throughout the entire day. I'm afraid to eat more than that. I don't want to throw up or get dumping syndrome. I'm not hungry at all, but I know that I need to eat something to help keep my metabolism up. I also got to start vitamins today so this should help with the fatigue. I'm praying. I also am going to take biotin because I have a little more falling out than I think it should. There is no clear research on this, but it can't hurt right?
So, that's the update this week. I've lost pounds and lost inches and I'm tired. But tomorrow is a new day and I've been promised that the fatigue gets better. Things really are going as normal as expected and there's nothing uncommon about the symptoms that I am experiencing. So, for those of you who are worrying don't. These are normal feelings. I've researched it, talked to people who have the surgery and discussed these options with my physician.
Again, all I ask is for prayers and the continued support. Also, again for those of you who have surgery questions for me, just ask. I'm pretty open about this experience as you can read.
Happy reading everyone!
God bless you!!
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Moments with the Mullers: Week One Down! Plus a weekly weigh in....
Moments with the Mullers: Week One Down! Plus a weekly weigh in....: Since surgery was on Tuesday, weekly weigh ins will now be on Tuesday. So drumroll please for the first weekly weigh in......... Loss of 18 ...
Week One Down! Plus a weekly weigh in....
Since surgery was on Tuesday, weekly weigh ins will now be on Tuesday. So drumroll please for the first weekly weigh in......... Loss of 18 Pounds!
I am beyond excited. I don't know why I am so surprised. I haven't had anything to eat since January 26th, so it was invevitable but still pretty pumped about the results. Also, this means a total weight loss of 60 pounds! That is a small child. I've lost a small child! I know the results aren't going to keep up like this but I'm determined to keep working. This morning I took measurements so that I can monitor loss of inches as well!
Anyways, this week has been trying for a few reasons. For all those naysayers out there that say this is the "easy way out" has not survived on just liquids for 8 days, dealt with incisions, nausea, and other not so fun things that came along.
Up until yesterday, my incisions were rather sore. Every time I moved they ached. They have quit hurting but are starting to itch. I started to develop an infection in one of them; however, I caught that in time and was started on antibiotics and nooowwwww it's all gone.
Sleeping patterns sure have changed as well. I get tired rather easily again, I'm attributing this not having any fuel. For example, yesterday, I had to go to the doctor. While I was there, I decided to stop in on a few of my colleagues. By the time I left, which was just an hour and half later, I was exhausted. Then, later that evening, my husband I made a trip to the courthouse (which was closed), city hall (also closed) and WalMart. This was a 2 hour outing and again came home and I was exhausted. I went to bed super early and was up at 6:30am. I've been off now for a week and I haven't slept later than 7:30am. For those of you who know that I love my noon Saturdays, this is surprising to me. I do get tired during the day, but I'm doing my best to build up my stamina.
So for this week, I've been surviving on water, Orange PoweradeZero, and sugar-free popsicles. Starting tomorrow, I'm going to try to introduce some protein into my diet that way maybe I can get a little more energy throughout the day. I have protein shakes, cream of chicken protein soup, and Italian tomato protein soup. I don't know what to expect. I'm just going to sip those things slow and listen to my stomach. The last thing that I want is to throw up. That's not a fun experience.
As luck would have it (of course, I mean my luck -- no luck), the winter storm hit and Johnathan would rather me not drive and now I have a flat so my morning trips to the gym have been a no go. I also had plans to go to Haileyville and Wilburton and those are pretty much botched. So, cabin fever is the word I would use to describe how I'm feeling. A two hour outing around town is not doing it for me. I have gotten some projects done. I've made a blanket. And organized six weeks worth of menus, grocery lists and recipes (which I can't start until February 27th). I'm pretty excited about this because this actually gives me a lot more time. My plan is to rotate the menus out every six weeks. The one thing they stressed at post-diet class talked about was that eating chicken and green beans every day will set you up for failure. This way I'm not eating chicken every day, some weeks I'm only having chicken once. And it's never the same recipe. I used the weightwise blog and Pinterest to come up with these menus. They are grain free, high protein, low fat recipes. If anyone wants to take a peak at these menus and such, let me know. I do have some other projects that I want to complete: like a chalkboard menu for the kitchen and start my scrapbook to showcase my progress.
So, for now, I'm going to enjoy these last few days off by finishing these projects, watching a new found binge Netflix show: Scandal, and trying to convince my husband to take some time off to spend with me or do something. I found a great weekend deal at Branson on Groupon....but I'm not sure he'll be down, but I'm going to try and sell it maybe as a Valentine's Day gift.
I'm also going to try and update you as I weigh in week by week. Why? Because the main reason I started this blog was to help those who are hopeless and those who have questions like I had questions. Earlier, I said this is hard and it is, but I'm not going to lie, this was a great decision. Not just because I lot 18 pounds this week, but because I'm getting healthier, making better life choices, and getting that much closer to my goal, which is not weight loss by the way, it's getting pregnant remember...
To sum it up, recovery is going well. I am motivated and determined and I feel not only cabin fever but blessed. Blessed to have you as friends, a supportive family and one amazing husband because I don't know say it enough.
Happy Reading! Until next time!
I am beyond excited. I don't know why I am so surprised. I haven't had anything to eat since January 26th, so it was invevitable but still pretty pumped about the results. Also, this means a total weight loss of 60 pounds! That is a small child. I've lost a small child! I know the results aren't going to keep up like this but I'm determined to keep working. This morning I took measurements so that I can monitor loss of inches as well!
Anyways, this week has been trying for a few reasons. For all those naysayers out there that say this is the "easy way out" has not survived on just liquids for 8 days, dealt with incisions, nausea, and other not so fun things that came along.
Up until yesterday, my incisions were rather sore. Every time I moved they ached. They have quit hurting but are starting to itch. I started to develop an infection in one of them; however, I caught that in time and was started on antibiotics and nooowwwww it's all gone.
Sleeping patterns sure have changed as well. I get tired rather easily again, I'm attributing this not having any fuel. For example, yesterday, I had to go to the doctor. While I was there, I decided to stop in on a few of my colleagues. By the time I left, which was just an hour and half later, I was exhausted. Then, later that evening, my husband I made a trip to the courthouse (which was closed), city hall (also closed) and WalMart. This was a 2 hour outing and again came home and I was exhausted. I went to bed super early and was up at 6:30am. I've been off now for a week and I haven't slept later than 7:30am. For those of you who know that I love my noon Saturdays, this is surprising to me. I do get tired during the day, but I'm doing my best to build up my stamina.
So for this week, I've been surviving on water, Orange PoweradeZero, and sugar-free popsicles. Starting tomorrow, I'm going to try to introduce some protein into my diet that way maybe I can get a little more energy throughout the day. I have protein shakes, cream of chicken protein soup, and Italian tomato protein soup. I don't know what to expect. I'm just going to sip those things slow and listen to my stomach. The last thing that I want is to throw up. That's not a fun experience.
As luck would have it (of course, I mean my luck -- no luck), the winter storm hit and Johnathan would rather me not drive and now I have a flat so my morning trips to the gym have been a no go. I also had plans to go to Haileyville and Wilburton and those are pretty much botched. So, cabin fever is the word I would use to describe how I'm feeling. A two hour outing around town is not doing it for me. I have gotten some projects done. I've made a blanket. And organized six weeks worth of menus, grocery lists and recipes (which I can't start until February 27th). I'm pretty excited about this because this actually gives me a lot more time. My plan is to rotate the menus out every six weeks. The one thing they stressed at post-diet class talked about was that eating chicken and green beans every day will set you up for failure. This way I'm not eating chicken every day, some weeks I'm only having chicken once. And it's never the same recipe. I used the weightwise blog and Pinterest to come up with these menus. They are grain free, high protein, low fat recipes. If anyone wants to take a peak at these menus and such, let me know. I do have some other projects that I want to complete: like a chalkboard menu for the kitchen and start my scrapbook to showcase my progress.
So, for now, I'm going to enjoy these last few days off by finishing these projects, watching a new found binge Netflix show: Scandal, and trying to convince my husband to take some time off to spend with me or do something. I found a great weekend deal at Branson on Groupon....but I'm not sure he'll be down, but I'm going to try and sell it maybe as a Valentine's Day gift.
I'm also going to try and update you as I weigh in week by week. Why? Because the main reason I started this blog was to help those who are hopeless and those who have questions like I had questions. Earlier, I said this is hard and it is, but I'm not going to lie, this was a great decision. Not just because I lot 18 pounds this week, but because I'm getting healthier, making better life choices, and getting that much closer to my goal, which is not weight loss by the way, it's getting pregnant remember...
To sum it up, recovery is going well. I am motivated and determined and I feel not only cabin fever but blessed. Blessed to have you as friends, a supportive family and one amazing husband because I don't know say it enough.
Happy Reading! Until next time!
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Moments with the Mullers: It's a New Day... and a New Me
Moments with the Mullers: It's a New Day... and a New Me: I'm sorry I didn't get to blog yesterday. I told you all that I would try but yesterday it was just not possible. Monday night, we...
It's a New Day... and a New Me
I'm sorry I didn't get to blog yesterday. I told you all that I would try but yesterday it was just not possible.
Monday night, we went to group therapy. Red Coyote shoes from OKC was there making a presentaiton. They specialized in measuring your feet to let you know which type of shoe you should be wearing when you work out. The next appointment that I have in OKC, we are going to stop by and look at the shoes and let them measure me.
Yesterday morning, I woke up at like 4:00am. I couldn't sleep. I was anxious and worried. I'm so glad that Johnathan, Michael Andrew and Seth Aaron were there to keep me company. Johnathan helps with calming nervous and the boys made me laugh. We also took my "before" picture of me in a pair of jeans and in a white tee. I want to do one either once a month or a week. I haven't decided. I may just do once a month so that you all can really see the difference.
When we arrived at the hospital, I had to go to the admitting process. It took like ten minutes and the next question they asked was if I had a hysterectomy. Of course the answer is no. So, then I had to take a pregnancy test. A part of me hoped it was positive. That's why I'm doing this right so that I can get pregnant. Of course that test negative. Again, that little part of me was bummed out and upset. There's nothing like failing a test right?
Anyways, then they took me back for pre-op. I had to weigh and of course I had lost another 5 pounds. I was pumped because it put me at a weight that I hadn't been in years! Next, I had to get undressed and into a hospital gown. I was officially scared. It was real and happening. After I had on the awful gown and the non-slip socks, I had to get in the hospital bed. They placed an IV in me which of course is my favorite thing (insert eye roll here). Then I had to get a shot in the side of my belly. It didn't feel too great but it was an antibiotic for my stomach for keeping me from getting an infection. They also placed some other medicines into my IV one was for getting rid of some of the stomach acid and I cannot remember what the other one was for honestly. She also put these things on my legs that will hook up to a machine to keep the blood flowing to prevent blood clots.
Next, the anesthesiologist came in to speak to me. She told me what they were going to do to put me out which was put the anesthesia in the IV line. She also told me about the likely side effects which sounded awful and we will get to the ones that really did effect me in a little while.
Then, Dr. B came in and asked for questions. Explained a few things and he told me that he would see me in a few minutes.
Finally, the OR nurse came in along with the anesthesiologist. They told Johnathan to start kissing me goodbye that I was about to go back. They wheeled me back to the OR. At this point, I was really thinking to myself if I really wanted to do this because I only had a few moments to decide. Next, when we got to the room, they parked the bed and asked me to "scoot" to the other bed. I just sat up and jumped over and they laughed and said "Well, that's how we should tell everyone to do it." Apparently, other patients literaly scoot inch by inch.
I don't remember much after that. I just remember waking up in post up and looking at the nurse. She asked me how I felt and I remember telling her that I felt as if I was having a heartattack. She said it was just gas and is completely normal. It hurt pretty badly. And I felt like was going to throw up.
The next thing I remember, I'm in my room and the nurses are getting everything ready. The machine they hooked up to my legs were on and they felt pretty weird. I remember the nurse asking everyone to leave the room. I asked if Johnathan could stay and she said not right now. She asked me how I felt and I said I was going to throw up. She gave me some Phenegren and some paid medicine. I remember she told JOhnathan that people could come back in; however, they had to be very quiet since that time was the only time I would be able to rest between then and 10:00pm. I heard Michael Andrew say that he and Seth Aaron were just going to go and then Mom and Randy left too so I could get a little rest. Once the meds kicked in, I was able to rest until they got me up to walk.
I got up and walked a lap around the floor. It wasn't easy but it didn't make me hurt any. When i got back to the room, the CNA came in and explained how to sip water. It's a completely new experience. My throat so was so dry that I wanted to take it and chug it, but I was a good patient and sipped. Then it was time to walk again. I made it halfway down the hall and threw up. I didn't throw up much because there really wasn't anything to throw up. I finished a lap and made it back to my room. The nurse came in with a different medicine to help with the nausea. It didn't help too much because within the hour, I was throwing up again and now my scars started to get a little sore. At this poing in the evening, I started to cry. I felt so bad that I looked over at my husband and said "I've made a terrible mistake." I don't believe that now, but I was feeeling very crappy. I was supposed to stay awake so that I could keep sipping the liquid; however, I could barely keep my eyes open so Johnathan woke me up every 5 minutes to sip water and then every hour to do a lap. It was a pretty long night.
At 10:30, I had enough and decided to go to bed. It hurt to lie down. My scars hurt a little. So I adjusted my bed up a little so that I wasn't laying flat. The nurse came in and gave me the pain medicine and I slept really well until the nurse came back in to check my vitals. I only had water bottle and 1/2 to get down so I started on it right away. Dr. B came in and said that everything was looking good that I should be able to go home today. He said that I have to have two bottles of liquid down before lunch, two more bottles before dinner and then two more before bed. Right now, it seems like an impossible task. But, I'm working on it.
Finally, the nurse came in to discharge me! I was so excited to go home! I got dressed and we loaded up and left. We stopped at Academy because I want a Camelbak cup. It's a cup with a one way straw that you have to bite down on to get the water out. This will help with the sipping. It will help teach me to sip not gulp. I got a pink one. It's rather cute. Then, we got into the car. The car brought back my nausea hard core. We were told to stop every hour on the way home so that i could walk. When we stopped at Shawnee, the nausea was too hard core to handle, so we werent through Walgreens and got my presecription for Phenegran and pain killer filled. After, I took it, I slept all the way.
I still feel really nauseated and my scars are very sore, but I can do this. This is a new day and a new me. I'm just counting down the days until I'm released to get pregnant :).
Again, I really want to thank you all for you prayers and support. This isn't going to be easy and to know that I have so much support makes me feel loved and really makes me realize that I can do this.
So, for now, that's all that I need prayers and support because this does feel so bad for right now.
Anyways, hopefully, I can get in another blog in a day or two.
Happy reading! and God Bless You!
Monday night, we went to group therapy. Red Coyote shoes from OKC was there making a presentaiton. They specialized in measuring your feet to let you know which type of shoe you should be wearing when you work out. The next appointment that I have in OKC, we are going to stop by and look at the shoes and let them measure me.
Yesterday morning, I woke up at like 4:00am. I couldn't sleep. I was anxious and worried. I'm so glad that Johnathan, Michael Andrew and Seth Aaron were there to keep me company. Johnathan helps with calming nervous and the boys made me laugh. We also took my "before" picture of me in a pair of jeans and in a white tee. I want to do one either once a month or a week. I haven't decided. I may just do once a month so that you all can really see the difference.
When we arrived at the hospital, I had to go to the admitting process. It took like ten minutes and the next question they asked was if I had a hysterectomy. Of course the answer is no. So, then I had to take a pregnancy test. A part of me hoped it was positive. That's why I'm doing this right so that I can get pregnant. Of course that test negative. Again, that little part of me was bummed out and upset. There's nothing like failing a test right?
Anyways, then they took me back for pre-op. I had to weigh and of course I had lost another 5 pounds. I was pumped because it put me at a weight that I hadn't been in years! Next, I had to get undressed and into a hospital gown. I was officially scared. It was real and happening. After I had on the awful gown and the non-slip socks, I had to get in the hospital bed. They placed an IV in me which of course is my favorite thing (insert eye roll here). Then I had to get a shot in the side of my belly. It didn't feel too great but it was an antibiotic for my stomach for keeping me from getting an infection. They also placed some other medicines into my IV one was for getting rid of some of the stomach acid and I cannot remember what the other one was for honestly. She also put these things on my legs that will hook up to a machine to keep the blood flowing to prevent blood clots.
Next, the anesthesiologist came in to speak to me. She told me what they were going to do to put me out which was put the anesthesia in the IV line. She also told me about the likely side effects which sounded awful and we will get to the ones that really did effect me in a little while.
Then, Dr. B came in and asked for questions. Explained a few things and he told me that he would see me in a few minutes.
Finally, the OR nurse came in along with the anesthesiologist. They told Johnathan to start kissing me goodbye that I was about to go back. They wheeled me back to the OR. At this point, I was really thinking to myself if I really wanted to do this because I only had a few moments to decide. Next, when we got to the room, they parked the bed and asked me to "scoot" to the other bed. I just sat up and jumped over and they laughed and said "Well, that's how we should tell everyone to do it." Apparently, other patients literaly scoot inch by inch.
I don't remember much after that. I just remember waking up in post up and looking at the nurse. She asked me how I felt and I remember telling her that I felt as if I was having a heartattack. She said it was just gas and is completely normal. It hurt pretty badly. And I felt like was going to throw up.
The next thing I remember, I'm in my room and the nurses are getting everything ready. The machine they hooked up to my legs were on and they felt pretty weird. I remember the nurse asking everyone to leave the room. I asked if Johnathan could stay and she said not right now. She asked me how I felt and I said I was going to throw up. She gave me some Phenegren and some paid medicine. I remember she told JOhnathan that people could come back in; however, they had to be very quiet since that time was the only time I would be able to rest between then and 10:00pm. I heard Michael Andrew say that he and Seth Aaron were just going to go and then Mom and Randy left too so I could get a little rest. Once the meds kicked in, I was able to rest until they got me up to walk.
I got up and walked a lap around the floor. It wasn't easy but it didn't make me hurt any. When i got back to the room, the CNA came in and explained how to sip water. It's a completely new experience. My throat so was so dry that I wanted to take it and chug it, but I was a good patient and sipped. Then it was time to walk again. I made it halfway down the hall and threw up. I didn't throw up much because there really wasn't anything to throw up. I finished a lap and made it back to my room. The nurse came in with a different medicine to help with the nausea. It didn't help too much because within the hour, I was throwing up again and now my scars started to get a little sore. At this poing in the evening, I started to cry. I felt so bad that I looked over at my husband and said "I've made a terrible mistake." I don't believe that now, but I was feeeling very crappy. I was supposed to stay awake so that I could keep sipping the liquid; however, I could barely keep my eyes open so Johnathan woke me up every 5 minutes to sip water and then every hour to do a lap. It was a pretty long night.
At 10:30, I had enough and decided to go to bed. It hurt to lie down. My scars hurt a little. So I adjusted my bed up a little so that I wasn't laying flat. The nurse came in and gave me the pain medicine and I slept really well until the nurse came back in to check my vitals. I only had water bottle and 1/2 to get down so I started on it right away. Dr. B came in and said that everything was looking good that I should be able to go home today. He said that I have to have two bottles of liquid down before lunch, two more bottles before dinner and then two more before bed. Right now, it seems like an impossible task. But, I'm working on it.
Finally, the nurse came in to discharge me! I was so excited to go home! I got dressed and we loaded up and left. We stopped at Academy because I want a Camelbak cup. It's a cup with a one way straw that you have to bite down on to get the water out. This will help with the sipping. It will help teach me to sip not gulp. I got a pink one. It's rather cute. Then, we got into the car. The car brought back my nausea hard core. We were told to stop every hour on the way home so that i could walk. When we stopped at Shawnee, the nausea was too hard core to handle, so we werent through Walgreens and got my presecription for Phenegran and pain killer filled. After, I took it, I slept all the way.
I still feel really nauseated and my scars are very sore, but I can do this. This is a new day and a new me. I'm just counting down the days until I'm released to get pregnant :).
Again, I really want to thank you all for you prayers and support. This isn't going to be easy and to know that I have so much support makes me feel loved and really makes me realize that I can do this.
So, for now, that's all that I need prayers and support because this does feel so bad for right now.
Anyways, hopefully, I can get in another blog in a day or two.
Happy reading! and God Bless You!
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Moments with the Mullers: It's getting real....and I'm getting real nervous
Moments with the Mullers: It's getting real....and I'm getting real nervous: Today was the pre-op diet class. It's officially real kids. I'm starting to get nervous. I was warned about this: these feelings of ...
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