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[which_chick]

I have pictures! Well, okay, one picture. But that's better than no pictures. AND it's in color, so yay.





Couple of notes here. The upper bloody lump bit is a myoma, the medical people's word for a fibroid tumor. Somebody's hand is holding it up there with the clampy thing. According to the ultrasound report, the diameter of the thing was about 3". Basically, the doc did a myomectomy (cutting out the lumpy bit) and THEN a hysterectomy (cutting out the uterus bit) so's to not need a bigger hole. Given that the existing hole is about six and a half inches long, I'm all for not needing a bigger hole. The lower bloody lump bit is my ex-uterus, which contains other myomas that are not readily visible due to being buried in the muscle tissue. (The ultrasound report discussed these, is how I know.) Generally, the perspective for the picture is from my feet looking upwards, kinda. I was most impressed with the amount of metal involved in spreading the hole wide enough to work in.

Comments

[not-your-real.livejournal.com]

Well, that was interesting, but I think if I ever need anything surgically removed I will opt for the no-picture option :) Yeah, so I'm a wimp.

It definitely did look differently than I imagined. I'm feeling all Aliens over here (I am avoiding the Alien movies until after childbirth, just in case I should unexpectedly find the parallels too compelling).

[which-chick.livejournal.com]

My view was that the picture option didn't cost any more *and* was more entertaining than not having pictures.

[cousin-sue.livejournal.com]

regardless of what people say, childbirth is *not* like Aliens.

Still and all, while the hormones are having their wicked way with you (which will be for months AFTER childbirth), I do not recommend any movies with people being attacked *or* (especially) children in danger.

[which-chick.livejournal.com]

*sheesh*, not_your_real, didn't they give you an explanatory pamphlet? The baby does not rear up out of your ribcage and splatter blood everywhere while killing you. It's not at all like Alien. We saw a movie in health class, is how I know. (Honestly, the movie wasn't what I'd call reassuring because I am unaware of any value of reassuring that maps one-to-one on fucking disgusting, but it was decidedly unAlien like.)

[cousin-sue.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I saw the movie in Health Class too. 8th Grade.

It wasn't anything like that. It was like a Groucho Marx movie. The one...

No, I'll write that up for my LJ sometime.

Suffise it to say that while it was the HARDEST work I have Ever done (bar none), it wasn't the most awful thing I've ever experienced.