I'll try to keep this as brief as my rambling self can, but emotions and stress are flying off the charts high.
I was in the hospital for the first four days of this month with, if the doctor is to be believed, twisted intestines. My mother had VSG on the 11th of the month. Now the biggest stressor of all... my grandson was due December 20th. He was born August 20th at only 22 weeks and 1 day gestation and at a whopping 1lb 1oz. He was born alive and breathing...a true miracle! 22 weekers have just a 0-10% chance of surviving. So far Maddox Kyson is doing amazingly well.
Yesterday while sitting with my family in the hospital cafeteria, I made mention to my mother that I was somewhat concerned about my weight and the fact that it continues to drop. She literally said "oh bullshit, you're not too skinny. You need to weigh 100 pounds." I'm 5'4" and 115 today. You can see and count my breast bones now. Granted, they aren't sickeningly poking out yet, but they're there to see. This woman, my mother, as she sits 11 days post op from her own VSG is eating chili cheese fries and onion rings, is obviously bat shit crazy!! Yep, same woman I desperately tried to convince this surgery was no picnic (ha) and who very snidely assured me she'd have no problem laying down the fork is already breaking every rule known to vsg surgery. The same woman that thinks I need to weigh 100 pounds and has on numerous occasions told me I'm going to gain all my weight back. What the actual f*ck!?
Seriously, is it any wonder I'm a mess? I should have a therapist on speed dial!
Here's some really interesting information about Maddox's mom: she had gastric bypass in May of last year. Four weeks ago her doctors were adamant that it was safe for her to have her gall bladder removed during her second trimester. I was furious and every fiber of my being told me this was wrong. She had it done anyway. They also repaired a hernia while in there. 5 days later she wasn't getting any better. We rushed her back to the hospital where they found fluid around her liver. They let her sit for 3 more days doing nothing before they finally opened her back up to discover there was an injury to one of her bile ducts. They repaired that. She started feeling better. Then within 2 weeks on the 19th (her 21st birthday) she started hurting and lost her mucus plug. Called doctor, and he said he'd like to see her the following day. By 3 am she was rushed to the hospital where they found her fully dilated and baby hanging out. Shortly thereafter her water ruptured, and the knocked her out immediately for an emergency c-section. Nothing in this world can convince me that it is only a coincidence that Maddox was born after the trauma his mama suffered from those surgeries. I 100% believe the doctors failed her and the baby, and now he is fighting for his life. He's fighting so hard, and doing such an incredible job, but it shouldn't have happened.
Ok, I'm crying. I'm stressed. That was a ton of personal information. Sorry, but you guys are the best for letting me vent, and I always feel so much better afterwards. Now time to get myself together so I can get dressed and go spend the day in the NICU with my tiny fighter.
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