I saw the surgeon a couple days ago for my pre-op appointment. According to his scale I’ve lost 16 pounds since I saw him last, which is better than the 10 I was supposed to lose, so that’s awesome. I weighed in on my scale this morning at 289. That’s exactly the same as I was last week. I had lost two pounds during the week but then gained them back. I’m not too worried about it though. I’ve lost 30 pounds since my highest weight and I’m starting to notice my clothes are baggier. And surgery is only four days away!
I preregistered at the hospital so it’s starting to feel really real and I’m super excited. I am a little nervous. I’m not so much worried about anything going wrong in the surgery. I’m more worried about something going wrong with the kids while I’m knocked out and can’t answer any calls or texts. Yes, I have people to watch them, and even backup plans for them. And Hubby will be taking off the whole rest of the week to take care of everything, which is great. But there’s just this mother bear part of me that has to be in control of what’s going on with the cubs all the time. Hubby so wisely told me that I have to learn to let it go and trust that other people won’t let my kids die. It’s funny, I’m not worried about other people’s capabilities, I’m worried about them having a hard time. I don’t want to burden them too much. I guess I REALLY need to let go of that one. In the past I’ve had to rely on other people to take care of my kids when I was in the hospital having a baby and everything always worked out so much better than I could have planned so I’m trying to have faith that it will all work out again.
I really am excited for surgery. I’m alittle worried about the pain afterward but I’ve had two c-sections, so I think I can handle this.