Last Monday I went to meet with the surgeon to see about the big lump that keeps my jeans up. Part of me was hoping that it was just my muscles not coming together and that I could work on it by doing half a billion sit ups, but once he had my lay down and he stuck his entire hand in my stomach I knew it was what it was. A hernia.
He said that he can’t really tell how big it is for sure, but that it is fairly sizeable. He also wants to make sure I don’t have more pulled stitches elsewhere. All because I am a stubborn cow who had to pick up very very heavy suitcase while her children were in the hospital. OK, I didn’t really have a choice as I was alone. I still blame myself. It’s easier that way.
Thursday morning I am going in for the surgery to repair it. My mom will be minding the children – or rather the children will be taking complete advantage of their grandmother. It’s what grandparents are for, right?
Recovery will be something similar to that of a c-section. I am hoping that they can make my incision scar look as pretty as it does now. It used to be a 1/2 inch wide purple line that went from my belly button on down…… now it just looks like a whole lotta saggy skin.
Savin’ up all my spare change for that tummy tuck.
There are some advantage to having a hernia. Like I mentioned before, it holds up my jeans – on the right side anyway. Also, when I lay down and cough it pops up. I have yet to show James this little trick since it totally grosses him out in the first place. Yeah baby, my hernia is so sexy!
No related posts.
