I get myself so worked up over things that will probably never happen. It is my nature to worry. So, medical procedures with anesthesia definitely put me on edge. Um, over the edge? Quite possibly!
But, it turned out fine. I always hear people say that the prep is the worst part, but I don't even think the prep is bad. You drink a bunch of stuff that doesn't really taste that great, and then you have to poop. No big deal. If you've had a baby, you've been through way worse. :)
Today, I got to hang out with the girls a bit before we headed for the hospital, which was super nice. It's hard to be stressed about a test when you are cuddling over cartoons with a two year old in her fleece Hello Kitty pajamas. She initially professed to dislike, and is now obsessed, with a partially animated, partially live action French bug show, so we watched a few episodes this morning.
When we got to the hospital, I realized I'd forgotten the documents they'd given me on Friday from my anesthesiology consult. They couldn't do the procedure without it, so T. Flew back home to grab it while I got prepped. It was pretty straightforward. They went over some things, put an IV in, then took me into the room. The anesthesiologist came in and asked if I was worried. When I said yes, she laughed and said not to, and said she was going to send me to a really nice beach. She came in a bit later and asked if I felt drunk, but I felt fine, normal. Apparently, she gave me the medicine, but it didn't work, that part freaked me out a little. There was some sort of problem with the line, which she clearly sorted out, because before I could worry much, I was out. I woke up an hour later in recovery.
I saw the doctor a bit later, and she said preliminarily, everything looked good. No evidence of anything at all. She took some biopsies just to be sure, but nothing that looked of concern. The results will be back in 3-4 days. Which is GREAT news. Although, I still have that puzzling pain in my side, but I'll be talking to the doctor about the biopsy results, and maybe she'll have some thoughts. She initially said infections can cause IBD. Maybe that can't be seen? I don't know.
I put the girls to bed right before writing this. Miss M went right to sleep. School started this week, and she's exhausted. SB was out of bed a bunch of times, cute as a button and utterly defiant all at the same time. "Mommy, I have to tell you something!" And, upon seeing that I was eating a banana, "hey, you steal my banana." She's obsessed with bananas, and eats loads of them. She always demands one first thing in the morning. And apparently, she thinks they are all hers. :). I only put her back in bed three times.