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9 month anniversary of band removal!
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Today marks 9 months of having my band out. What a crazy ride it's been. I was banded on December 2nd, 2009. During the surgery, my band doc repaired a hiatal hernia, which I did not know that I had, as well as a hole in my esophogus, also which I did not know I had. Initially, I saw great results with my band. I lost quite a bit, and felt better than I ever had. Then I began having sharp, shooting pains in my back and middle sternum. So bad at times that I couldn't breathe. I thought it was food that had gotten stuck, or gas pains. It would subside after about an hour, and then every couple of months, it would come back. I went to my lap-band doc, who said it sounded like a slip, but when I did the x-ray with barium, the band was in the correct spot. I was so frustrated!
Fast-forward to October of 2010. My husband and I were planning to wait until I had the band in for a year before trying to start a family, but some things are out of your control and in God's hands! I found on October 18th that I was expecting twins. I couldn't believe it. My lap-band surgeon told me that I would be fertile Myrtle after I lost quite a bit of weight, but I honestly thought he was just joking. The pregnancy went quite well, and I didn't have any issues with the pain in my back and sternum area during the pregnancy. I gave birth to a 7 pound 15 ounce boy and a 6 pound, 2 ounce boy full term. I was filled to 5cc's in a 10cc band before pregnancy, and I never had a fill (or unfill) while pregnant.
Shortly after my boys turned one, we took a trip home to Seattle. We spent a month there, and arrived back home on a Saturday afternoon. Monday evening, I went to bed and had the worst back and sternum pain I have ever had. It would not let up. It lasted all Tuesday and by Wednesday, I was calling around to find a local lap-band doctor. I had my surgery in Houston, TX, and by this time, we were living in the Texas panhandle. The doc I got in with that Wednesday afternoon said that my band probably had slipped, and that he would take out all the Fluid, and I should be good to go. He drained my band completely, and I immediately felt better, but by that evening, it was back again. I tried calling my regular doctor, who told me that they couldn't see me that afternoon, but I could go to the clinic. I tried to wait it out. It got worse and worse. By Sunday morning, I was in so much pain I couldn't see straight. I told my husband we HAD to go to the hospital. He took me in and I met the lap-band surgeon who had taken all of the fluid out of my band. They did blood work and an ultrasound. The diagnosis? Pancreatitis caused by gallstones, which were a result of my band. I was devastated. The doctor said it would be best to take the band out, as well as the gallbladder. He said that he no longer does lap-band surgeries (as far as placing them) because there are too many problems.
I have managed to maintain my weight loss for the most part, mostly because I found out in January I am expecting again and have had horrible morning (all-day) sickness. My sister-in-law is a personal trainer, and she is going to be helping me to get into shape once the baby is born.
I don't regret having the band put in, I just wish that I had researched other options. I know everything has risk, but I felt at times like a failure, because I knew that I would most likely bounce right back to my old eating habits. My boys have given me motivation to not do that. It's a daily struggle, but one I am determined to win!