It turned out that my body did NOT want to behave itself and on tuesday I got taken to theatre for a general anaesthetic and an “Evacuation of Retained Products of Conception” (ERPC). This operation is also performed in the instance of miscarriages, in which case the name of the procedure is particularly upsetting and quite heartbreaking. It used to be called a Dilation & Curettage (D&C) and having spoken with people who were unfortunate enough to go through a miscarriage and need this operation, I think it would have been kinder and more humane, had they stuck with the original name. According to Wikipedia, this procedure is also used for abortions.
For those of you who would like to know more about the ERPC procedure, I found this link to be fully comprehensive – this was what I googled on my phone from my hospital bed.
Despite have general anaesthetics before (many as a child but only once as an adult), I was still very nervous about it. I think its harder to go in for anaesthetic as a fully aware adult, knowing the risks, when you have children you love and whom are dependant on you. Aside from which – as an adult you have to sign your own consent forms!
I kissed the twins and the porters wheeled me away on my hospital bed. I waved goodbye to my mum and shouted “I love you” across the hallway as she took the twins down in the lift to get some fresh air. I knew she’d get upset when I was out of sight as it would bring back bad memories of me going for anaesthetics as a child on Chemotherapy.
The surgery only took ten minutes and I was only unconscious for half an hour, although I was actually down in theatre and recovery for an hour and a half before they returned me to the ward, I was sleepy, hungry and thirsty but other than that felt fine. No pain. Before the anaesthetic they’d given me an injected painkiller which she said would be like drinking a triple G&T on an empty stomach. I have to admit, it did feel pretty good but it felt like multiple treble G&T’s (not that I’m a gin fan, I’d have gone for dark rum or brandy myself). Either way I felt VERY drunk. Bit of luck they put me out before taking me into the theatre as if I’d known it’d be THE FIT DOCTOR performing my surgery, the drunkeness may have made me say something inappropriate to him! … More on the FIT Doctor in another post! (Sorry Hubby – I still love you!)…
I was well enough to be discharged only four hours later and went home to be with my girls. I found out they removed “placental products” measuring 3.8 x 2.4 x 3.3 cm in three pieces. They class that as “small” despite that that is actually bigger than my ovaries and actually about a third of the size of my womb! I’ve no idea how they missed that before?!
I’ve been over cautious about everything since and havent left the house until today (Sunday) but even that was only to Argos and Sainsburys! I have a massive fear of the bleeding happening again but I just have to hope that it doesnt.
Thankyou once again to all my Twitter and Facebook friends for getting me through by messaging me kind words and thoughts. I Love You All! xxx