So after the birth of the bean, I opted to have my tubes tide. Hubby and I both agreed that we didn’t want anymore children and frankly I don’t think va-ja-ja could handle another big headed kid. So they left the epidural in my back until the following day. I wasn’t allowed to eat past midnight as with most surgeries. The next morning I was extremely nervous. Anytime you go into surgery it is time to get nervous. I was scheduled to have my surgery around noon. So all morning I was on edge. Around 11:30ish they came and got me to go prep for surgery. Prep for surgery didn’t require much since I already had the epidural still in my back. The lady with the feel good juice gave me a good 4 doses to make sure that I was completely numb from the waste down. With me though whenever I have an epidural I get the shakes really, really badly. So, you can imagine with 4 doses in me I was practically shaking like crazy. It is a good thing that they strap you down while in surgery otherwise I would have shook right off. Along with the epidural they made me drink this really gross juice that is an antacid to settle my stomach as well as injected me with a feel good anti-nausea medicine that kinda kept me in a zone. I don’t remember much of the surgery, All I remember is not being able to move my legs to cross over from my bed to the operating table so they had to use a straight board. I remember her rubbing my tummy with that yellow stuff to kill all the germies. Then the next thing I know is that I’m done with surgery. The total time for surgery was seriously 10 minutes. That is it. I asked the nurse what exactly the doctor did and she said she made a crescent moon shaped incision right below my belly button, filled my stomach with air, found each tube and pulled them up to the incision site where she then took each tube individually cut it in half, tied them, and burnt them. Now with my appendectomy scar I look as if I have a one eyed smiley face around my belly button. It is funny to look at. I am so glad that they were able to fit me in for surgery. If they were not able to fit me in for surgery then I would have done it 6 weeks from now. At the 6 week surgery they would have had to make two incisions one at the belly button and one by my pelvic bone for the scope to find the tubes. Since I had just given birth yesterday they only had to make one incision because my uterus and tubes were still up high enough, by my belly button to be exact that the use of a scope wasn’t needed.

Seriously though the tubal hurts worse than the tearing of the va-ja-ja. Reason being is all the air that they had to pump into my tummy so they could see in there. I don’t know why air hurts so badly but it does. I don’t have any regrets of getting it done. It feel some what like a relief. No more worrying, no more popping pills, or whatever. It is just one less stress that I have to deal with. Hubby on the other hand, although he is/wants to get a vasectomy, still wants a little girl. Hubby had 4 chances to make a girl and all came out boys so I doubt a girl is in the future unless we choose to adopt. I just know that I made the decision because I feel that my body and va-ja-ja couldn’t handle having anymore kids. To the people who want and can have more than 2 kids, more power to ya, it just isn’t for me.

I’ve known that this was going to be my last pregnancy from the beginning that is why I took the extra time to treasure all of the small moments. And if ever I want to remember what my body looked like I can always look back at my belly cast hanging in my babies room. I know that the upcoming years with the bean, especially in his baby days are going to be bittersweet. I will treasure each day more so than the last. Document all that I can, and try not to take anything for granted. They are only little babies for so long.

Oh and for the record from now on all baby and pnut related stories will be written over at a new blog entitled: Kidlets. Make a bookmark of it. This blog will no longer be update but will still remain on the net for future references. See you all over at Kidlets, let the mothering of 2 boys begin!