Monday, August 15, 2011

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood..

I think writing, typing, or having a journal is the best experience. It will allow me to share my thoughts, feelings, up and downs with anyone who wants to view and will allow me to look back when I am having my ups and downs.
This journey began in May when someone at work mentioned to me about Lap band surgery. She had just gone for it and I should look into it. Yes, it kinda hurt. I was a mother to two little children. I was barely awake most of the time with my colicky son. It was a difficult period for me to care for my daughter who just turned 2 and my son was born on 9/1/10. He was colic, fussy, temperamental, and the cutest Lil guy I ever saw. My daughter is just like me very independent. She loves to please, she likes to do everything herself. When my son came along...well...independence was just not his thing. Here we are almost a year later and he is still a whiny fussy one year old. He was colicky until 6 months, didn't sleep until 9 months. he still isn't sleeping, maybe once or twice a week still. fast forward, once my son allowed us a few hours of sleep per night it was like a fog had lifted. If you have ever been sleep deprived i feel for you. It was VERY difficult going to work on a few hours of sleep. not cause you lay awake with things racing through your mind..because you have a child that at all hours of the night needs and or wants you. it was torture. Once the sleep dust started to settle I could rub my eyes and get the crust out i took the number to the doctor, thanked my friend and actually tossed it away. I wasn't ready then, not something I wanted to do. i watched my weight and barely lost anything. I was journeling and writing things down and still nothing, zero weight loss and actually a 2lb gain because of that wonderful time of month. I was still determined to lose weight. I have given so many years to making sure my daughter was the best person she could be, I now gave every yawn, breath and ounce of energy I had to my son who wants my attention constantly. I needed to do this for me. I was in this for me to get healthier. My son during his pregnancy also gave me another little treat before his arrival, gestational diabetes. That was torture having GD, my Dr told me if I didn't get my weight under control I was going to have type 2 diabetes.
My first visit...June 17th, Dr. Vohra in Hewlett, NY. I thought I was going for a consult. i walked out with a surgery date and a million questions. It was a very surreal visit. I had a number (my friend had to rewrite it) and a name and address. I was whisked in, I saw a dietitian, get on the scale, yes high BMI you will be great at this surgery. The nutritionist yes you will be great. billing-insurance pays for the whole thing, don't worry all will be great! office manager...so are you excited!!!!! You will look terrific! finally, met with the doctor-you are a perfect candidate for this you will look great! seems to be the going theme for this surgery. i walked out 3.5 hours later with a surgery date but not really much knowledge of what this surgery will entail. It was my life and i wasn't sure what was going on. I had to educate myself and fast as I had a surgery date already and wasn't sure I was going to be on the operating table on that day...