Just in case there's anyone I hadn't told, I had a hysterectomy 12/4. My recovery was going great, just some pain (which is expected after surgery!). I had trouble getting to sleep, but chalked it up to being at the hospital, having to pee constantly, and just being uncomfortable. At around 5 or 6am, I finally settled down to go to sleep. I was on a morphine pump and percocet every 4 hours. My wonderful doctor saw me around 6pm Thursday, and commented on how fabulous I was doing, and that I would most likely be discharged around breakfast the next morning. I was up walking, catheter was out, and pain was (finally) controlled.
I had a reaction to the morphine the morning after my surgery... The tech found me, I wasn't breathing, had no blood pressure, weak pulse. They apparently brought in the 'crash cart', since I had 'coded' (code blue?), and I woke up to 10 nurses in my room screaming at me to stay awake "for your babies". Later on they all told me they really didn't think I was going to wake up. One of the nurses was crying as I was coming to, she said she just kept thinking about my babies... They had pushed some kind of drug - Narc-on? into my system. It clears out narcotics/opiates (morphine). Apparently between that and them shoving me and doing everything they could to wake me, I finally started moving. The doc was rushing in as I was coming to.Terrifying experience. Then the rash from the allergic reaction hit really hard, and they wouldn't give me Benadryl even (sedates you, and they did not want me sedated ever again). I was horribly itchy, my face was red and swollen and I had rashes EVERYWHERE. Miserable, but thankful (obviously)!!!Overall, not as much pain from the hysterectomy as I would have expected. I was (and still am) recovering great, just a really scarymoment (mostly for the nurses, I didn't realize until later how close I was to being gone).
The nurse that found me later mentioned something to the effect of after that morning, she wasn't sure she was in the right field. I told her I definitely was glad she was a nurse that morning.... She wasn't due to check my vitals for another hour and 15 minutes, but came in anyway... Miracles do happen.
I have so much to be thankful for... Bless her (her name is Becky). I am trying to figure out what kind of gift to buy for someone who saves your life... Definitely a thank you card, and a pic of my babies thanking her for saving their mommy... I'm going to have to get her something meaningful...
Love to all, and count your blessings.