Like, such a long time that I managed to part ways with a part of my body since my last post.
On Wednesday, I had my gallbladder removed. It's something I've been fighting for a long time. I had cholestasis of pregnancy when I had Liam, and was told I needed to have it removed two years ago. I wanted to see if I could control this issue through diet. But the last three weeks were bad. Like, chicken broth and rice every day bad.
Also, I got tired of thinking about my gallbladder every day, and wondering if this would be the day a stone gets lodged in a duct and causes me all kinds of awfulness?
And really, that was the answer to something I had prayed for over these last two years -- discernment. I wanted clarity -- that if my gallbladder was going to be a problem, that it makes itself apparent now, and not when I'm pregnant again. And I got the message.
So here I sit (even if it took me five minutes to get myself into sitting position), two days later. I'm sore, bloated, and very tired. And trying to keep myself from Google and it's abundance of post-op horror stories. I'm nervous that I'll always be this bloated, that I won't be able to enjoy food.
PS - Last night, Liam brought me the cup of ginger ale I "forgot" in the other room (and didn't spill a drop...whew!) He also pointed to his tummy and said, "Mommy has boo boos". Then we compared boo boos...he thinks the tiny mark on his left knee means he's winning.
