Last Christmas Eve I found a lump in my pelvis. I spent the entire Christmas weekend thinking I was dying, naturally. The following Tuesday when the doctor's office was open, I was prepared to go and find out how long I had to live. But, by Tuesday, the lump had disappeared and I decided to let it go.
In the months that followed, the mysterious lump would come and go until recently it stayed almost all of the time. I mentioned it to the PA once a few months back and she suggested it was a swollen lymph node and that I must be fighting something off. That didn't sound right, so two weeks later I finally made an appointment with the actual doctor. He said he thought it was a hernia and immediately set me up an appointment with a general surgeon.
Something about that title, "GENERAL SURGEON" sounds much scarier than just surgeon. AND the fact that I don't like surgeries, like most people do, I actually considered NOT taking care of the hernia. After all, it only hurt once in awhile when Hyrum hugged me and his head hit it or when I exercised a lot it felt kind of achy.
After meeting with the surgeon, I learned that hernias can be very dangerous. They are basically a hole in the muscle wall that then can suck in whatever organs the muscles are supposed to be holding....in my case, my intestines. So, they can strangulate your intestines and actually kill you. Okay, I thought, MAYBE I need to have surgery.
I asked what some of the other symptoms of a hernia are and he said that they can make you feel nauseous. I asked if they can make you throw up for no reason to which he replied, "Sure, if they block your intestines, the food has nowhere to go and has to come back up." DING DING DING. Now I knew why I had randomly puked my guts up 3 times and felt nauseated several days a week for the past few years. Okay, maybe I do need surgery.
In learning more about hernias, I learned that hernias are caused by a weakening of the muscle wall until a hole forms. The causes of the weakened muscle are many, but among them were a few that stuck out to me: pregnancy and previous surgeries. I guess between 3 pregnancies and 3 c-sections, I had a pretty good chance of getting a hernia.
The surgeon found the obvious hernia on the right side and wanted to go ahead and to surgery on the left side also. He said he could tell that if there wasn't a hernia there already, there would be and most people who have a hernia on one side of their pelvis, have one on the other side too. These are called inguinal hernias.
What the heck, I thought. I might as well get the most work done while I'm under the knife anyway. So, I mentioned a strange cluster of lumps on the inside of my upper thigh. He knew exactly what I was talking about and called it a "lipoma". Luckily they are just a cluster of fat cells that form with no explanation but are never cancerous. (I know, I know, Layne says I'm completely falling apart.)
The best part about this entire conversation with the surgeon was that he said, and I quote, "There is really no recovery, just don't go lifting the fridge." Awesome, I thought. I'll be in and out and still be able to take care of my kids and be at the Stake Harvest Fair on Saturday and no one will even know I had surgery.
HA! When I woke up from surgery I felt WORSE than with any of my c-sections. (Granted, a sweet, new baby sure is a good distraction from pain.) Either I'm a HUGE wimp or that surgeon has never had hernia surgery himself!!
On a side note, the surgeon did mention that there is a big nerve that runs right through where they would be cutting. He said it's usually quite visible and they just move it to the side, BUT if for some reason they can't find the nerve, he says casually, "then they cut through it and there is some numbness in that region."
"Numb, like permanently," I asked. "Yes, permanently, but it's only the size of a silver dollar and you just get used to not being able to feel right there."
Wouldn't you know it, they couldn't find that nerve!!! They basically extended my c-section scar by two inches on either side. The surgeon told Layne that they had to cut through much more scar tissue than they anticipated and they never did find the nerve to move it out of the way. He told Layne I would be permanently numb more like 4-5 inches on both sides!!! I can attest that that is true....I am NUMB. I'm sure there is some benefit of being numb there, I just haven't figured out what it is yet.
Luckily, I had asked my mom to come stay with the kids for a few days and Layne took off work. I have smart friends, who in spite of my telling them it was going to be no big deal, insisted on bringing me dinner. I was so grateful that neither I nor my mom had to stress about what to feed the kids for dinner. It was a long 3 days of getting kids out the door to school, but then my parents took the kids to Pocatello for the entire weekend so I could really rest. It was so nice to lay on the couch, watch a movie and not feel bad that I was neglecting my kids. Although, I have to say my kids were super sweet. Hyrum kept wanting to come to my room to "visit" me. He had toast in bed with me one day and just waned to be close. Hyrum also helped me put my socks on one day. Matt brought me drinks and meds and Kennedy helped refill my ice packs. They were so shocked each day when they found me STILL in my pj's and looking like death. "Aren't you better yet?" they'd say.
I am finally on the mend and have worn real clothes for 2 days now. The make up and hair will have to wait a few more days. I admit, on Day 2, I had the fleeting thought, "I am NEVER having another abdominal surgery AGAIN!" Let's face it, if it meant another baby, I'd do it in a heartbeat. (However, I'd want a recliner so I don't have to climb stairs to get to my bed!)