Goodbye Gallbladder

I spent most of April with several bouts of what I thought was the stomach flu. In all fairness I went to the doc in a box and was told it was just the stomach flu. Turns out I had several gallbladder attacks. After a month, I went to see a specialist. The GI doctor thought it was either gallstones or ulcers. Turns out pregnancy can really wreak havoc on a body and many postpartum women have gallbladder issues. Once an ultrasound confirmed gallstones they sent me straight to a surgeon and I parted ways with my gallbladder on July 16. So long! It's been a pretty good 26 years, but it's time we went our separate ways. 

This was my first real surgery so I was a little nervous but honestly everything went smoothly. There was pain immediately after (obviously), but it wasn't unbearable. My stepmom stayed with us for a few days to help with Ryker. I wasn't allowed to lift anything for a week. And since technically my discharge papers say no strenuous activity until the 3 week follow up appointment... I'm taking a break from the gym. :)

Recovery wasn't terrible. I was fortunate enough to have a great support system in place so R didn't have to go without all the attention he needed. I did "overdo it" the day after my surgery by making my stepmom take me to Target. BUT we needed to get out of the house! The walls were closing in, J was sleeping (he works nights), and R was screaming just because he's a boy. So the rest of recovery was a little more painful than it probably should've been. But it's over now. We're two weeks out & I can finally wear pants again! Up until now everything would rub against my incision & it was so tender that I couldn't take it. Now we're fine. Here's to the rest of my life without a gallbladder!