a series of events

Good grief. Almost a month has flown by, and Sarah’s almost 1.5 months old! ??

And I do feel that I have missed out on a lot. That is what sleep deprivation does to you. I lost track of days and time. Donald and I rely heavily on the calendar to tell us what day it is and even then, sometimes we cannot believe that we have gotten to the end of the week.

Example, I missed a medical appointment on Monday, 10th Oct and the hospital called me. I was staring at the calendar, with my handwriting staring back at me and it still didn’t register that it was 10th Oct and I was already 2 hours late for that appointment *facepalm*. It took a good 1 minute before it registered and I was like ‘oh shit!!’ cos it was an important medical appointment! Yikes. Fortunately, they could squeeze me in later that afternoon. Phew.

But yes, these few weeks had flown by only cos of a series of unfortunate events that saw me getting admitted to CGH, followed by a follow up plus a very rushed keyhole surgery.

A week after I had Sarah, I suddenly had a growing pain, radiating from the middle of my chest to the upper back. It got worse very quickly, to the point I just crumpled up on my bed in pain for a good 20 mins, with Donald asking me to try and describe the pain whilst he googled the symptoms. hahaha. Yar, when in doubt, ask Google first. It was evident that the pain was not letting up, so we called my MIL for backup to watch the boys, whilst Donald whisked both Sarah & I to CGH A&E.

Since I complained of difficulty breathing (it hurt enough to make me not want to take deep breaths), I was given priority and quickly sent to be hooked up to an ECG, before being sent to see the doctor. Blood was taken, I was given meds for gastric (it apparently sounded like gastric to them), before I was given painkillers, cos nope, the pain was easing off but after I took the meds, it got worse. I was then taken to get a quick ultrasound done, and it was there the doctor found the problem.

Gallstones. Say whut?? Yup, you heard me. Gallstones. I’ve heard of kidney stones, so WTH was gallstones??

sez Google

sez Google

The doctor said it could have formed during my pregnancy as we are eating more and probably taking in richer food, which caused the build up of cholestrol, and leading to the body not being able to process the fats fast enough, hence the stones.

Right. So what next? Possibly surgery. That escalated quickly! And it didn’t help that the first round of painkillers still didn’t work. The doctor was really nice; I had mentioned that Sarah was only a week old and that I am still breastfeeding. She was going to give me a strong painkiller, but because I told her I was breastfeeding, she said she’ll find one that is safe enough. If that didn’t work, I would have to stop breastfeeding for a while.

That set off the waterworks. My hormones obviously are not very settled 1 week after delivery. The notion of not being able to feed her, and I had only a few bags in storage due to a fluke in oversupply, made me feel super guilty. And there was no light at the end of the tunnel cos we didn’t know what was going to happen next! I only knew that I was gonna be given a stronger dose of painkiller, to be admitted and then go through a series of tests to see what else could be wrong.

4 days in the hospital, an x-ray, another ultrasound and a MRI later, it was confirmed that I had gallstones and that was what was causing the pain. I had a really nice surgeon in charge of my case, Dr Adrian Chiow, who told me because I had just delivered, surgery wasn’t an option during the stay in the hospital, and that I could breastfeed after 48 hours (from point of admission). Cue waterworks again. But SO SO damn happy. I spent 2 days pumping and dumping T_T. It was about 700mls of milk down the sink.

my trusty Pigeon Electric Pro

my trusty Pigeon Electric Pro

But hey, gotta maintain supply hokay. Gotta give credit to the hubby who diligently brought Sarah to visit so I could spend some time with her, and then brought the milk home for her.

eskew the ugly hospital attire

eskew the ugly hospital attire

It was a good 4 day rest tho. I ODed on HBO (so many movies!!), built up my milk supply in prep to store extra milk for potential surgery. Just like that, the 2nd week post partum flew by.

3rd week was spent trying to establish a routine, which flew out of the window with the lack of sleep still; and more visits to the polyclinic cos of Sarah’s jaundice. Ohh and a really shiok deep tissue massage by The Outcall Spa for both Donald & I right at home!  Will be writing a review on it later!

spa experience in our home

spa experience in our home

4th week was follow ups with Sarah’s jaundice, vaccinations, and my follow up with the surgeon. A date was set for surgery (25th October) so we could get it over and done with. I don’t think I can deal with another attack, thankewberrymuch. It is well etched in memory. Oh, and the kind people from Purezza sent us a UV steriliser, which is a godsend cos of the crazy pumping and bottlewashing that we have been doing and will be doing! We’ve been using it for about a week now and..all hail dry sterilised bottles!

look at the storage!

look at the storage!

Fast forward to today, 2 days post surgery. My first ever surgery. Thankful for the team that’s in charge of my case. When I was wheeled into the OT, the atmosphere was very lighthearted, Dr Chiow just casually checked on me, the anaesthetist was joking around. All very good and I was quickly knocked out under GA. Post GA, I was feeling groggy for a looong time. Spent a couple of hours in the recovery area cos the bed in the ward was not ready, and I had to sit up in slight pain to pump cos wheeeee, engorgement.

Best part of the surgery? I got a souvenir!

gallstones!

gallstones!

I wished they were made of carbon tho..then at least I would have diamonds. *sigh* Okay, then again, diamonds probably would hurt more. WTH. So now, I have four holes on my trunk area and slowly recovering from the stitches. Hopefully this is the end of all crummy stuff happening, and the start to the real stuff!

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