We’re sort of on pause over here in the This Place is Now a Home home. Treading water, if you will. There’s a lot going on.
Following my doozy of a day last week, the weekend was equally as busy and full of calamity (generally amusing calamity, but calamity nonetheless). On Saturday we packed the car and headed out bright and early for our first and last beach day of the summer. Unfortunately our day was cut short by an unexpected SOAKING rainstorm that caught us off guard and not-yet-packed-up, which meant we had to run to the car blinded by raindrops and dragging blankets (and children) through the muddy parking lot. If it had just been Benjamin and I, I would have found the situation hilarious and maybe even a little bit romantic. With a screaming newborn and confused and frustrated 3 year old? Not so much. Blog post to come on that.
Then, remember how I mentioned I hadn’t exactly healed yet since having Emmett? Well the bleeding I have been experiencing for the last 7 weeks started to increase during beach day and continued on Sunday. So much so that my doctor almost recommended I head to the ER (emergencies on holiday weekends are the best, right?). I hemmed and hawed about spending hours in the ER to have them tell me, “Yeah, you just had a baby, your body is healing” and the bleeding fluctuated enough that I told myself it was normal and I could wait until the weekday to see my regular doctor. Surprise! Not normal. A visit to the doc yesterday prompted an ultrasound that showed a mass/polyp/fibroid/something in my uterus making it impossible for it to shrink down to its proper size.
Apparently fibroids (which is the doctor’s best guess as to what this is) are relatively normal and not generally a big deal, but given that it is impeding my postpartum healing and causing a lot of bleeding, they want to remove it immediately. So I’m headed for surgery next Monday.
And, in the midst of that, one of my oldest friends who I have known since I was Owen’s age came to visit us and meet Emmett. We had a blast hanging out and gossiping like middle schoolers. She was the perfect distraction to thinking about what could be going on in my uterus.
BUT all of the fun we’ve been having means little time for blogging. I have lots of pictures to share and posts half-written in my head, so stay tuned for more. And in the meantime, send me your happy thoughts for surgery on Monday and share any positive stories of fibroid surgery (if they exist)?!