I guess my only experience with surgery is from watching TV, which turns out not to be very realistic. I wasn’t rolled into the OR on a gurney, but I strolled in myself and had to hop up onto the bed in the middle of the room. This is where I started to panic a bit. The room was massive and cold. There were lots of people milling around – all with masks so I couldn’t really see their faces. My arm was hooked up to the IV. Dr. P asked me some questions. Then it was time. A nurse put an oxygen mask on my face and then told me that I’d go to sleep soon. I felt claustrophobic and felt like there was no way I could ever go to sleep in that state. Then I felt some pain in my hand from the IV fluid.
The next thing I remember was waking up with some man talking to me in another room. He said that everything was done and that he’d monitor me for a bit longer and then I could see D. It felt weird. I was almost mad at the man for waking me up… like all I wanted to do was sleep and forget.
Shortly after, I was wheeled back into the room where we had waited for the surgery. D came to see me and I was finally allowed to drink some water. I felt like I hadn’t had anything to drink in days. There wasn’t any pain but I could feel some bleeding. The nurse made me get up to check the bleeding and then gave me some Pitocin by IV to help contract my uterus before I was allowed to leave. A couple of hours after the surgery, we were sent home.