Since I got back to work, my whole housekeeping duty has been a blur. Yes...a big blur! I do not even have time to do laundry, more even folding them. Why? I cannot explain why.
Most times when I am home, I have Suraya pelted on me. She would not want anyone with her except for me. When I try to fold the laundry and put her on the bed, sure, she would cooperate for a few minutes and then she would want me to sit next to her and entertain her.
So for the past weeks, my bedroom was filled with clothes. Work clothes, pajamas, socks, underwear, all in different corners of the room. Actually I am (or WAS???) very particular about laundry laying everywhere but lately, I get too tired to even touch any laundry. That I would just be happy laying in bed and fall asleep with Suraya right after dinner.
I can't stand my bedroom now, its like a pig sty to me. God forbid if anyone were to call to visit the baby. I would need ONE WEEK'S NOTICE in order to let my visitors in. Well, thanks to mak, at least the living room and kitchen is always clean.
But I have to tell myself to get up and start 'lipat-ing' the kain baju. I shall let you know if my intention succeeds, in a week's time. No...give me a few weeks okay.
In the meantime, Ely has been somewhat 'fixed' permanently. We did the procedure on Saturday. Its not tubal ligation but a new technique called 'Essure' (Google about it to know more). I was at the clinic at 8am on Saturday, bright and early. The nurse gave me 3 pills...2 Vicodine and 1 Valium (great, Ely will be so doped out, she thought). Then 20 minutes later, I was brought to the examination room and given a painkilling shot (yes, got such thing). Give Ely 20 more minutes and she became delirious. The husband was enjoying seeing me in half 'La La land' and talking nonsense. 10 minutes later, my OBGYN came in and gave me 2 more loooong needle shots in my uterus to numb it. Yes, more shots. Painful? Actually no, I could feel the pinch on the first shot and the second one was nothing at all.
Nope, it wasn't over yet. I was then moved to the surgery room. Great...1 OBGYN, 2 nurses, 1 Essure technician and the husband in the tiny room. I was doped up, I was happy to see everyone in there, with my legs on stirrups, draped with the blue surgery disposable garments, lights turned out and a camera scope in my womb. And then the second OBGYN came in...ahhh, I know her. Feeling my uterus flushed by the cold water, seeing the inside of my tubes via camera on tv, the Dr putting in the Essure on both sides of my fallopian tubes, she then said 'OK done! You're a great patient Ely, not a whimper out of you and you look great!' (remember, don't ever get caught with no make up haha!). The Essure even asked me to rate my pain from 1-10, being the most painful...I said 'No pain'. Was that abnormal?
Heh, but I was waaaaaaaaay dopey when I got back in the car. Got home, I was still dopey like a zombie but feeling the cramps when I carried the baby. But I didn't fight it. Suraya and I took 3 hour nap that day. Who's complaining, even the husband was glad that I was out for 3 hours.
I still feel bloated from that surgery. The girdle didn't work today. I still feel slight cramp especially when I carry Suraya. But I shall recover...enough to finish folding my laundry!