Two year's ago today I was in surgery getting my gallbladder removed, I was terrified about having the operation but now two years later I am so glad that I had it done. When I was 32 week's pregnant with Sophia I was struck down with my first gallstone attack, no-one knew what was wrong and I was admitted to hospital for almost a week while they ran testes to see what was making me so ill. Eventually they discovered I had gallstones and their was nothing they could do whilst I was pregnant, I wrote about gallstones in pregnancy when I first started my blog.
When Sophia was two week's old I was struck down with another gallstone attack, that lasted a week. I could not eat anything without being in pain and lived on painkillers which ended up making me ill, I begged the doctor to do something and I was referred to the hospital where it was agreed that my gallbladder needed removed. Six weeks after meeting with the doctor I had my gallbladder removed.
Apart from the two attacks I had I never actually had any other bother from my gallbladder due to being very strict with my diet and sticking to a low fat gallbladder diet. I was so miserable though as I could not eat much and could no longer eat out, every time I ate I always had the worry in the back of my mind that I would be struck down by that awful pain again. If you are unsure of what a gallstone attack is like the only way I can describe it is like one big long contraction type pain around your ribs that lasts for five to eight hours. It is awful, I have had three children two of which were painful inductions and gallstone pain is 100 % worse then childbirth without a doubt.
I knew surgery was the only way to get rid of the pain and to get my life back as I was constantly on edge every time I ate worrying about the pain, it was no way to live. I nearly cancelled my operation so many times as I was terrified, thoughts such as what if I die or what if things go wrong and I am still awake when they operate on me plagued my thoughts. I knew that if I wanted to be happy and enjoy being a mum to girls that I had to go through with it though.
The morning of my surgery arrived and I got a taxi on my own to the hospital at 7.30am and made my way to the surgical day unit. The other half was at home with the girls taken Chloe to school and Sophia to his mums for the day. I was so nervous as most people had someone with them, I was shown to a bed on the ward given a gown and stockings to wear and had the usual hospital checks done. I thought I would have ages to wait but I was first on the list to surgery, I remember walking down to theatre and feeling sick with nerves as I climbed on the bed and was wheeled into theatre.
I was taken to a small room just outside the theatre, the staff done an amazing job of distracting me by talking to me about my girls before I knew it I was hooked up to all the machines, a cannula was in my arm a mask was on my face and I was asleep, just like that. The next think I knew I was awake in the recovery room an hour later shaking and being sick, I was injected with medicines and wrapped in a heated blanket and taken back to the ward to rest.
I felt awful off the operation, I was not in any pain I was just feeling awful of the anaesthetic, I was told to sleep it off which I did on and off. By tea time I was up and dressed and aloud to go home with a bag full of medication and strict orders to rest. The first few nights were uncomfortable as I had to lie on my back to sleep which I am not use to but other then that I had no pain. I had four keyhole surgery scars on my tummy and it just felt like I had done loads of sit ups rather then being painful.