I'm officially divorcing Andres. Adios!

Well the day finally arrived. I had been contemplating this decision for over a year, but in October I finally decided to take action and move forward. I had been having issues ever since my last C-section with Max and thy seemed to be getting worse each month. In October things had gotten bad enough that I was having to take narcotics in order to get through the pain. That was at the final straw for me and I started calling my doctors back trying to schedule my hysterectomy. I knew Christmas was probably the best time with work, however my OBGYN didn't think so. They told me I had to wait 3 months to even get an appointment with him, and I knew I would have to wait another 3 months for surgery. Ugh, tell my uterus to wait 6 months!

So I started researching and looking for a new doctor. A friend of mine suggested Dr. Gourley, so I called him up and they got me in within a week. Since I had already had all of the previous work done (biopsy & ultrasound) and had been given the go ahead for surgery at Valley OB, the process was quite simple. He said that we could set the date for whenever I wanted. That's my kind of service! We were set for Dec. 16th.  

I'm not gonna lie, I was a bit nervous for this. Was I really sure I was done having children? Every time I had that thought, I remembered the issues and problems I had with each of my c-sections and it solidified my decision. I've been blessed with 4 beautiful and healthy children, and I tend to over 75 children every day. It just wasn't worth the pain that I was experiencing every month. 

We went in bright and early in the morning and they drew blood, tagged me, and started me on some antibiotics. Miguel was a good companion, always calm and steady. They finally wheeled me off to the holding room where I met with the doctor one last time, as well as the anesthesiologist. I told I was good and that I would be fine as long as they didn't hand me a baby when I woke up. They reassured me they could find me one, if I wanted, but I think I'll pass. The last thing I remember was moving onto the operating table and looking to my right to see this giant white spender looking robot with 4 arms. I know they were playing music, but then...I was out.
When I woke up I was in my room. I happened to pull back my gown and it looked like I had been in a drive by shooting! I had 5 incisions and they were really high up? I hadn't expected that. Pretty soon, Miguel returned and there we were. What's done was done. I was free and liberated. Now the hard part...recovery.
While I was chillin' in the room, I decided it would be a good day to finish the Book of Mormon. It had been one of my New Year's goal, and I was happy to accomplish that as well on this monuments day. We also decided to have a Survior finale there at the hospital with the girls. It was great. Max even came to visit with Grandma. I went home the following day. Surgery stinks but overall this was a much better experience than having a C-section. I was able to get up and walk the same day and it actually felt better to stand than to sit.  We'll see how the following week goes.