Six weeks! Six weeks! The magical day when I leap tallbuildings, run a marathon and swim across the lake!! Well, that is what Ithought prior to surgery. Today was still an excellent day. I just now knowthat this was MAJOR surgery and building back up to a strong, athleticindividual is going to take some time….despite what the surgeon says. He says Iam all set to ‘go back to doing what I usually do’. Hmmm, we’ll leave thesurgery to him and the physical recovery to my physiotherapist expert, Julia.So, no, I won’t start training for a summer Ironman.
I had my first post-op appointment with Julia today. It wasvery positive. I think I was a bit worried that she would look at me and gasp “Ack!What did he do?” Or that she would start feeling around my abdominal musclesand declare the surgery a failure. Of course, things are weak and mobility isnot the best, (I haven’t done anything much for 6 weeks!), but I was able todemonstrate some solid core breaths. My rib cage is strangely prominent and theskin around the incision is sticking in place and it felt weird when Juliarubbed my new navel….I can deal with those things. My take home exercises arenot going to have me sweating and gasping for breath but working on my posture,clam shells and core breaths are a first step.
I am anxious to start running and cycling outdoors, but whyspend thousands on surgery and then neglect the proper steps to recovery?!Julia did say as I walking out the door that I could ride on a stationary bike.Yipee! Something else to satisfy my cardio craving rather than just walking andwalking and walking some more. (Why is running so much more enjoyable?)
I saw the surgeon after my physiotherapy appointment tocheck in on the icky part of my incision. He said it is doing what he wouldexpect it to at this point and it should heal over within a week. Continue withthe washing, gauze and polysporin. My next appointment is in 6 months!
I am standing straight and tall and walking 2 hours withease. I was feeling very positive … then I tried to pick up thepace across the street as the light was changing. Nope! Impossible! There is abig void in the middle of my body. Nothing. No muscles to support my body in arunning form. Building up strength for athletic pursuits is going to take sometime.
Antibiotics! Infection! Definitely not what I wanted to hearat this point in my recovery, but I knew it was coming. About a week ago a verysmall spot on my incision starting leaving spots of blood on my undershirt.Then the blood started coming through the undershirt to my binder. I emailedthe nurse a few times and she said that this happens when sutures have troubledissolving. She suggested washing the area twice a day and continuing with thePolysporin. I did, but the red area grew. Now it is about 2 inches long andpuffy. The doctor prescribed an antibiotic, continued washing, Polysporin,gauze covering and a check-in with him in 2 weeks.
Otherwise, everything is healing as it should and he said Ican ‘resume doing what I usually do’. If I just ate, sat, walked a bit andslept this would be true. Running? Cycling? Lifting weights? Carrying children?I don’t think so.
Finally I think I have turned the corner in my recovery! Itis about time! At 2 weeks I was feeling rather low. The literature from thesurgeon said I could walk and do light stretching at 2 weeks. I was envisioninghour long strolls to clear my head. Nope, couldn’t stand up straight or walkmore than 5 minutes.
Today I went for a 40 minute walk! It was a far cry from theexhilaration of a hard hour long run, but boy did I feel better. I am stillstooped over but finally getting straighter so the back pain is less.
My husband picked up a different binder from the surgeon’soffice today. Much more comfortable! It is 9” instead of 12”, more flexible andsofter. The original binder caused too much interference with my underwear andpant waist and wraps around me over one and a half times.
Oh my goodness! A little crumb when down my throat the wrongway and coughing ensued. Ow Oww Owwweee! I felt like that nicely sewn-togetherfascia ripped apart. Avoid coughing! Also avoid blowing your nose and laughing,even that polite little conversational laugh. My kids are very amusing. I mustleave the room and think sad thoughts when they get going.
Robaxacet! Brilliant!! The commercials with the puppets withback pain…. Acetaminophen combined with methocarbomal (a muscle relaxant). Itook a pill this afternoon and felt almost immediate relief to the lower backpain that has been plaguing me since surgery. I looked up methocarbomal and itlooks like its’ abuse potential is similar to, but weaker then, lorazepam. Ithink it is the answer for now.
Heather Tennant, the physiotherapist I mentioned who had thesurgery 4 months ago, suggested Robaxacet when I said I was wary of thenarcotics. Check out her blog at http://therapeuticmobility.ca/blogfor some sound advice and a link to a great article on “diastasis rectus”.
I felt better again today. I relaxed this morning while myfather-in-law’s partner played with the kids for a few hours outside. Theafternoon was busy with eye doctor appointments for the kids, a trip to thelibrary, the drug store (for the aforementioned miracle pill) and a visit to 2parks. The kids ran around in the glorious sunshine and I sat mostlycomfortably on a park bench. Tired tonight!
I woke with a very sore spot on the top of my right foot. It appears to be a bit of swelling in a vein. The bedcovers were hurting it. I immediately think blood clot. Can you see a blood clot? I checked the post-op literature and it says to call if my legs suddenly swell or hurt.
Hubby said to call the doctor’s office as he left for an out of town ill-timed 2 day business trip. Just me and the kids and March break. A play-date I had arranged pre-surgery turned out to be just the thing to fill the morning. I drove the kids over to the little girl’s house. They played eagerly with her extensive toy collection and I assumed a supported and reclined position on the sofa. The nanny even brought me tea – how sweet.
The spot on the foot appeared to dissipate by mid-day. Hopefully it isn’t on its way to my heart.
An email from Julia, my physio who worked with me on closing my diastasis recti, advised no running for 12 weeks. Yikes!! I had 6 weeks marked on the calendar going into the surgery based on the surgeon’s guidelines. Julia argues that I should build up my pelvic floor and core before pounding the pavement. It is a good plan, but makes me think I am going to go crazy over the next 3 months without my daily endorphin fix. I wonder about cycling? That would be ok, right? Please say, yes!
Another physio I have connected with who had the surgery 4 months ago says I am crazy to not be taking pain meds and should take some Advil for the back pain. I know she’s right, but meds mess up the bowel movements more.
My kids’ speech therapist came by later this afternoon. “Are you ok? You look like you are in pain”. Hmmm, that says it all about how great I am NOT looking.
Today was better, I could stand longer before the need to recline on the sofa hit and I even walked to the end of the street with my son. (The doctor’s literature says start walking at 2 weeks). The stoop and shuffle I did today was not walking.
I fed my kids their first frozen dinners and skipped their baths. Makes them stronger, right? This was the first bedtime I did since surgery. My dear daughter who will be 4 years old in 3 weeks politely asked if I could give her milk. Argh, I thought this might force the weaning. I maneuvered myself into position and she nursed herself to sleep. Maneuvering out of the bed without waking her was trickier. I did it and don’t think I ripped anything apart.
My legs have been really jumpy all day. The way they would feel after a really big training day. Why now? Is it the lack of inactivity?
Stool softener worked. Thank goodness. I feel the urge every day, but only am successful every other day. That is, after taking the senokot every other night. The nurse said it is safe to take as long as needed. With more food and more activity things should return to normal. Sadly, pooping is main post-op problem.
Two neighbourhood girls babysat my kids for my appointment yesterday and they came back today. They played with my kids for 2 hours. Money well spent. I lay down and my kids got to run around and have fun.
The rest of the day was not as great. “Mom can you play soccer? Can we go for a bike ride? How about football?” Unfortunately, the answer was “No”. I can’t stand in my hunched over position for more than 10 minutes before the back pain makes me recline on the sofa. The weather is so beautiful. I knew I should have had the surgery in November.
No meds of any sort at bedtime, not even Tylenol. Smart or stupid?
Yipee! Both drains removed! The nurse said that 30 cc per day is the deciding point. I was only over that amount the first day post-op. The sensation was really strange when she pulled them out. Not painful, just icky.
BUT, when the nurse unwrapped the binder and peeled back the bandage on my navel, she exclaimed, ‘Oh, that belly button is too shallow, he’ll have to cut it deeper’.
What, more cutting?! I guess he’ll take a look at my one month appointment and then book another appointment to do it later in the office with some local freezing. That will delay the time to getting back in the pool for family swims.
She also commented how big the binder was for me and suggested getting a Spanx-type garment. She showed me a better option in a medical catalogue. I looked briefly online and called a few stores. Those things are pricey and don’t come in my size. Perhaps the doctor’s office will cover the cost of the one she showed me. The appropriate post-surgical garment was included in the price…
My hubby drove me to my appointment. I had originally thought I would take the subway – silly me. The walk from the parking garage to the office almost did me in. Who knew that walking used so many stomach muscles?!
My shower this evening was a definite highlight of the day, but exhausting. Funny enough, it felt really good to get the darn binder back on for support after the shower. Clean hair, skin and sheets and the nurse said I can sleep on my side. Ahhh. Just some Tylenol to help with sleeping tonight…and stool softener.
Today was my last day of help from my Gramma. I really should have booked her train ticket with a later return date. Gramma is almost 85 years old but she kept the household running for the past 5 days. She assembled the meals I had cooked ahead of time, helped get my older son out the door to school and amused my younger daughter. She did dishes, sweeping, laundry and stocked the fridge with 2 homemade meals for the coming week.
My husband came home early from work each night to bathe, brush, read and snuggle the kids at bedtime. He also drove the kids to school in the morning, picked up groceries and cooked dinner on the weekend. Mom-friends of mine picked up the kids from school and dropped them off. If you are planning on surgery, have your support network ready!
The weather is warm and sunny today. I can’t stand being inside all day. My husband set out a lawn chair for me, but it was not comfortable. A few minutes of fresh air did lift my spirits.
I just took some Tylenol at bedtime tonight. The OxyIR really takes the edge off and relaxes me to sleep but I worry about the addictive nature of the stuff.