The #1 key to a successful GB is HYDRATION. 64oz of water a day minimum. Really? You make my stomach big enough to hold only 2oz at a time and you expect me to drink 64 friggin ounces of water a day? Sure thing. Sip, sip, sip the gastric bypass patients war cry. I've been home now for 3 days and I still have not been able to swallow more than 48 oz at most. Oh well, I guess I'll just keep sippin away. Helpful tip, the camelbak water bottle is the best choice for gastric bypass patients. The patented design of the straw keeps water in the tube at all times so you don't ever suck any air (which could be disastrous to a 2 oz stomach) when you sip. You can purchase them online, or I got mine at Smith and Edwards. I love it!
So, yeah, I've been home for a few days and so far it hasn't been too bad. The pain is minimal, although I got up too quickly a little bit ago and now I have a really bad pain in my side, hope that goes away soon. I didn't experience any nausea from the anesthesia and I have tolerated everything I've tried to eat very well. Granted, that's only been jello, cottage cheese, yogurt and cream of chicken soup (strained by my awesome hubby) but so far, so good. I am on a full liquid diet until Tuesday but that can include the above mentioned foods and some skim milk if I wanted also. On Tuesday I get to start introducing new foods (much like starting a baby out on solids) to see what I can and cannot tolerate. Still, these foods must be soft, and only two ounces, but I'm excited to get "real" food in my body again. I was told that the cravings would be minimal for quite awhile and it would be an effort just to want to eat. This does not apply to me. I don't know, maybe it is totally psychological, but EVERYTHING sounds good right now. It actually sucks. I think I'd take pain over this cuz at least I can dull that with liquid loratab. It's not that I'm hungry, cuz that's not the case, it's just like that old saying, you always want what you can't have. This is truly going to be a tough journey. Another thing I didn't think of but is becoming quite apparent is how often I lick my fingers after preparing food for my family. Like, for instance, the other day I made a pb&j for Hannah and I went to lick the knife off before putting it in the sink without realizing that I was doing it. Luckily I stopped myself but I really wanted that dang knife! Today I opened a pudding cup for Hunter and realized that I always licked the lid off before throwing it away, and, no matter how hard you try, you always get pudding on your fingers trying to open those suckers and what is the natural response? (unless you're a germ freak) you lick your fingers, and then wash them after the child is happily eating their pudding. No more licks, no more tastes, no more food. I guess, that is the whole reason I became fat in the first place. Today was hard, although it brightened a little with the visit from mom, Ash and my crackerjack (man I love that brown baby). I know some days will be harder then others, and hopefully I will adjust but, in the meantime, I'll just keep sip sip sipping along.