Refocusing

Since this blog was started for the purpose of following my recovery from hip arthroscopy(s), I figured I should take a break from sunbathing and let you know what the story is.

Initially, I was supposed to have a follow-up appointment with Dr.Kelly this week (and Amy too) but being that my current condition does not allow for x-rays, I have cancelled and will reschedule for a later date (i.e after the baby is born). Amy and I will still try to make time for an L/ Jk outing + photo session, the plan is to go to Central Park on Thursday.

Anyway....I go most of the time without even realizing that my left hip was ever operated on. I feels great, no pain (at least not in the last few weeks/ days that I can recall as I type this). The only catch is that my activity level has seriously plummeted since the pregnancy began. I am constantly battling bone crushing fatigue so I drive everywhere. Last summer, I walked to the pool every day, this sumer we drive. The pool is across the street from the park I walked (crutched) to 6 days after my second surgery, so it is clearly not that far. The nausea still has not subsided but thanks to amazing drugs, I function! (Thank you Zofran)

The right hip is a different story. Yes, it was operated on twice, and yes, the left hip has 4 months on the right hip, but I can't help to wonder at what point my progress will plateau. Don't get me wrong, it feels great, amazing, a million times better than pre-op, but since I have a "perfect" left hip, it makes me sad to have to settle for less than perfect.

I know, my famous line is "once it is scoped it will never be the same again", I know, but one can only dream! Considering the amount of work I had done on it, I should not be complaining, but should be jumping for joy. The actual joint is great, no more FAI, no more pain in there, so yes, mission accomplished! What bothers me is more superficial pain, around the incisions, yes, the nerve pain is still there. Much diminished, but sigh, still there. My (gasp) psoas gets tight still and once again decreases my stride length. If I had the energy, I would stretch more, but every second I have to myself I am usually in bed (like now, the kids are in the living room watching cartoons and I am in bed. J is out of town for the week).

Of course, I am still anxious about the delivery. Plus, my new decision to try to go as natural as possible. I am thinking of hiring a doula, to help me during the birth. In my messed up mind, if I don't have an epidural, I will feel pain in my hip and prevent it from being put in bad positions. I had hired a doula for L's delivery and needed a c-section bc she was breech. For Jk, I couldn't even think that far ahead, all I could think about was not having a repeat c-section, I didn't care how I went about it. Also, for L's birth, I was petrified of having an epidural. I have now survived a c-section, a vaginal birth and 3 hipscopes with some form of spinal or epidural anesthesia, so the fear factor is slightly decreased, but if I can avoid it, I will. J is not in favor of a doula, he thinks it will lessen his role, but frankly, he had no idea what to do last time and I was rather pissed for a while (I think I still am a little), so thinks that I am trying to punish him by getting a doula. Whatever, next time, he can birth a child and do it his way!!!!