This thread will be a sticky so that people can post their surgery day stories so that those who come after can have an idea of what to expect.

My surgery went mostly like everyone else's except I have to give a special thanks and more thanks to my surgeon, Dr. D. Blaine Nease and the unbelievable staff at Cabell Huntington Hospital. They were unbelievable!!!!! Amazing!! The level of communication, compassion, not just for me but for my family as well, and excitement for my new life was amazing!!!

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I got to the surgery center at 11 am, changed into my "fat girl" gown and took a pregnancy test (which made me laugh). I got my heparin, my ekg and my presurgery antinausea meds. Next I recieved an IV and was given the opportunity to visit with my husbnad while waiting for the doctor. I also visited with the surgical nurse and the anasteisiolgist (sp?). As soon as they took me into the OR, I remember nothing else but waking up in post op. I was surprised by the pain and my body temp had dropped to 97 and i was trembling and my teeth were chattering. I had excellent care in post op and I was given pain meds and a heated blanket. They brought me right out to the car and my husband was a dear and was waiting to pick me up. All in al, the surgery went without a hitch, my surgeon was great. I have to say though that it is more uncomfortable then I expected and I am not a wimp. I am a belly sleeper and was miserable last night....gas, swelling and pain kept me from getting comfortable. Today I feel like I did about 600 crunches and I am stiff and the gas is making it hard to take deep breathes without pain. I just broke down and took my liquid hydrocodone and I think it is helping. All for now....going to lay down, or sit on the sofa, whichever is more comfy. I have been walking and taking sips and am surprised I dont feel starved but i dont yipppppppppppeeeee

Don't know about all your backgrounds, but if you've never had surgery before this surgery will seem painful, I'm sure. If you've had previous surgeries like a hysterectomy or any cosmetic work, the body remembers that and will not react as strongly to this surgery. At least that's been my experience having had both a hysterectomy and liposuction around the tummy area. I have not been banded yet, but that hysterectomy was a butt kicker back in the 80s, and I KNOW this won't be as bad as that.

I was banded on 11 June 2009. Here is my surgery day story.

Pre Surgery (getting to the hospital)

B and I don't have any family in Melbourne, which makes these types of events difficult as hospitals are not the place for two small and energetic boys. So, as I shed sad and lonely tears, B dropped me off at the entrance to the hospital at around 10am. I gave the boys a kiss each whilst they were still strapped into their car seats and waved them off. I've never felt so alone in my life as I did at that moment I saw them driving off.

First stop, after I managed to collect myself, was pre-admission before I was shown up to my ward. The staff were very kind and showed me to a beautiful room. I sat back and read my book for about an hour and a half before the nursing staff came to do some basic blood pressure, weight, temperature checks etc.

At around midday, the anesthetist came in and told me 'You've been moved up the order. You'll be going in in ten minutes'. Which got me all excited until he asked what I had eaten for breakfast. When I replied 'An Optifast shake at around 6.50am' he looked at me and then said 'Oh. Well you won't be going just yet then because Optifast lasts around 6 hours in the gut and we want you to be empty. But it won't be long. An hour or two tops'.

Oh well. After that, I had to take a shower and wash with some special soap. I got to wear a lovely hospital frock and hat. But what made it all really special were the crepey knickers. See through crepey knickers.

And then I waited. And waited. And waited.

Holding Bay

Finally, at around 3.30pm, the orderly came to get me. He and another nurse got me to lie in the bed and I was wheeled me down to a holding bay. By this time, I was exhausted and actually fell asleep in the holding bay. Such a light weight.

Around 4pm, my surgeon came to wake see me. I was so grateful to see a friendly and familiar face. We went through a few final checks and then he said he'd see me in theatre. One gentle pat on the shoulder and that was all it took for me to finally just burst into tears. Poor man. He was very kind but I'm pretty confident he was thinking to himself 'Ok, crazy cry baby lady with see through knickers in Holding Bay #4'. He managed to calm me down, as did another theatre nurse, and I was ready to go.

Surgery Room

An orderly wheeled me into the theatre where my anesthetist and his nurse were waiting. The orderly moved my bed against the operating table and got me to shimmy over to the operating table. And then my frock opened up, exposing my 116kg body to everyone in the theatre as well as people passing by the theatre (the doors were still open).

The lovely orderly rushed to close everything up but I waved him away. 'I wouldn't bother. My lady parts are about to be a matter of public record in a few minutes anyway'. Which got everyone laughing, including my surgeon who was now probably thinking 'Ok, crazy cry baby lady with see through knickers is now naked and making inappropriate jokes'.

The anesthetist gave me a local injection in my arm and then the cannula. And then came the drugs. Which made me woozy and dreamy. A few deep breaths from the oxygen mask and I was out.

The anesthetic was the part I was most worried about with this operation, and it turned out my fears were unfounded. The anesthetist was fantastic. He put me at ease. Told me what he was doing. And by the time I was about to go to sleep, the drugs had already relaxed me nicely.

Recovery

I woke up in recovery feeling very dozy and sleepy. And nauseous. Oh, the nausea. I told the nurse who immediately put something in the drip and I was out again.

I don't remember anything more about recovery. I don't even remember being brought back up to my room. Martians could have landed in and I would have still been dribbling into my pillow, blissfully unaware.

Overnight

Finally I woke. My mouth felt like I'd eaten sand and I was still nauseous. More stuff went into the drip and my lovely nurse brought me some crushed ice.

I figured, in my dozy state, that it was about 6.30pm, but it was actually 8.30pm. I was a bit disappointed as my boys go to bed at 7pm. So I knew I'd missed talking to them.

The rest of the night was blurry. I got up a few times to go the toilet.

I don't remember this, but apparently I called B at around midnight telling him I wanted to go the toilet. He told me to call a nurse, but I told him that he had to help me and what kind of husband was he anyway if he can't help his wife to go to the toilet.

At around 3am, I was wide awake and read my book for about half an hour before drifting back to sleep.

At this point, I wasn't having any pain or discomfort. No shoulder tip pain. No gas pain. Even my wounds weren't sore.

The morning after

I was woken by the nurse at around 7.30am. I was feeling pretty good by this point. Still no gas pain and still no shoulder tip pain. I had some juice and a cup of coffee which went down a treat.

My nurse said they were really happy with my recovery. All I had to do was go for the barium swallow and then I could go home.

At around 9am, the orderly took me down to x-ray and I had the barium swallow. That was ok. It is chalky but it's very sweet. I watched the liquid go through the band on the monitor. And that was when I first saw Felix, sitting nestled in my belly. He's rather a handsome lap band, if I do say so. I think it was love at first sight.

As my barium swallow was clear, I was allowed to go home. B and Chuffy arrived at the hospital around 11am (Boo was at creche today) and we came home. Ahhh, how I loved being in my house, having a shower in my own bathroom and being able to relax on my couch. Bliss.

You are a wonderful story teller!!!!! Good luck with your journey.

Mimi

I was banded on 11 June 2009. Here is my surgery day story.

At around 9am, the orderly took me down to x-ray and I had the barium swallow. That was ok. It is chalky but it's very sweet. I watched the liquid go through the band on the monitor. And that was when I first saw Felix, sitting nestled in my belly. He's rather a handsome lap band, if I do say so. I think it was love at first sight.

LOL what a cute name...Felix. I hope you are doing better.

Jane, I really enjoyed your surgery day story. I also named my lap band, and I smiled when I read that you had too.

I hope everything goes well for you. Congratulations, and the best of luck!

Debbie

Surgery Date Friday June 19, 2009

I arrived at the hospital at 5:45am and was taken to change and then I waited on a bed for my anesthesiologist, nurse, and surgeon to come and talk to me prior to the surgery. They all came as expected and the anesthesiologist started my IV and gave me some medicine to calm my nerves, I didn’t have nerves, but I didn't object to the medicine lol.

Right after they gave me the meds they rolled me into the operating room and they lifted me onto the operating table. They strapped me in and put a mask of just pure oxygen on my face and then the anesthesia said he was going to put medicine in my IV and I was going to go to sleep and then I said "Ok goodnight" lol.

I woke up in a recovery room....it took me a long time to actually open my eyes although I was awake. I was so groggy from the anesthesia I was like trying to fall back to sleep lol. Eventually I opened my eyes but I had a hard time taking deep breaths because my port incision was killing me!! The nurse gave me lots of meds and it got better. I stayed there for 3 hours because they had a hard time finding a room.

Around 1:30 I finally got put into my own room. From then on they just came in on a regular basis to check my vitals and give me pain meds as needed. I had some pain in my chest so they did an EKG but it came back normal, I am sure it was just the gas.

The next day I didn't go home until around 7:30pm because I was having a little more pain than normal and they just wanted to make sure it was manageable before they sent me on my way, but I was finally ok and went home!

Surgery Date Friday June 19, 2009

I arrived at the hospital at 5:45am and was taken to change and then I waited on a bed for my anesthesiologist, nurse, and surgeon to come and talk to me prior to the surgery. They all came as expected and the anesthesiologist started my IV and gave me some medicine to calm my nerves, I didn’t have nerves, but I didn't object to the medicine lol.

Right after they gave me the meds they rolled me into the operating room and they lifted me onto the operating table. They strapped me in and put a mask of just pure oxygen on my face and then the anesthesia said he was going to put medicine in my IV and I was going to go to sleep and then I said "Ok goodnight" lol.

I woke up in a recovery room....it took me a long time to actually open my eyes although I was awake. I was so groggy from the anesthesia I was like trying to fall back to sleep lol. Eventually I opened my eyes but I had a hard time taking deep breaths because my port incision was killing me!! The nurse gave me lots of meds and it got better. I stayed there for 3 hours because they had a hard time finding a room.

Around 1:30 I finally got put into my own room. From then on they just came in on a regular basis to check my vitals and give me pain meds as needed. I had some pain in my chest so they did an EKG but it came back normal, I am sure it was just the gas.

The next day I didn't go home until around 7:30pm because I was having a little more pain than normal and they just wanted to make sure it was manageable before they sent me on my way, but I was finally ok and went home!

I can finally post my story YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was banded today 6/25/09. Arrived at hospital at 5:45. Went upstairs to waiting room to check in at 6 after parents got there (they got lost). Talked with them for a few minutes and got called back. Changed into my beautiful hospital gown and was taken to the bathroom to do a sterile scrub for 5 min. I have a phobia of needles so my nurse let my roomate come in while I got my IV. My roomate left and my parents came in and they all 3 switched out while the anesthesiologist and dr came in to see me and nurse gave me happy meds. Surgery was at 815. Rolled into the operating room and asked scoot over to the table. Nurse asked me what I was in there for, I told em it was a really bad hang nail. They all just stopped and stared at me. I told em then I was there for the Lapband. They put O2 on me and never even told me they were admistering the night night drugs. I just felt really dizzy and next thing I remember I was waking up in Recovery. She asked me if I hurt and I said yes, so they gave me meds for pain and nausea (this was at 1015 am). When I woke up again and was able to talk I asked her if I had gotten banded. I looked at the nurse and said woohoo and fell back asleep w/ a smile on my face. Woke up when they rolled me into a secondary recovery room and let my family come back. They said the doctor told them that everything went great. I had a small hiatal hernia but doctor fixed it while he was in there. At 145 or 2pm nurse came and wheeled me down to xray where I drank some contrast liquid and got to see it go down thru the band. Dr came in and brought me a teddy bear, gave us some instructions and told me I could go home. I was on way home at 320 pm. We got home around 430 pm. I've been sipping watered down sugar free juice. What sucks the most is I've had diareah since I got home. Every 2 hrs or so. Its only liquid but annoying. I've been focusing on taking deep breaths and taking my liquid hydrocodone. Right now I don't hurt, its just an uncomfortable ache. Maybe a 1 or 2 on the pain scale. Like I did a bunch of crunches. I've dozed on and off all day. I'm more comfortable in my bed so I have pillows and blankets propping me up so its comfortable. Not to mention easier to get in and out of bed. I hope everyone else banded today is doing well in our June Journey to a healthier us.

Good luck to you. Wait till you get thin enough that you can feel your port through your skin. COOL because then you know you got rid of the abdominal fat. Be sure to get plenty of exercise after your recovery period, it will make that weight just fall off. I lost 120 pounds in 6 months!! That was going to the gym and doing cardio at least 3 days a week for 1 1/2 hours. Then I started running. Now I run AND I do weights because of all the loose skin. It was still one of the best things I have ever done. Good luck on your journey. D.

I started the process in November of 2008 and finally got approved by my insurance on 5/21/09 and was banded on 6/25/09.

I'm a middle of the road guy and my story is very similar to everyone else. I took my anti nausea pill as instructed and I arrived at the clinic at 5:45 and had to wait until the doors open at 6A. I filled out a few papers, showed my ID and insurance card and was taken to the recovery area.

The nurse came by and introduced themselves and asked me to strip down into a gown. They started an IV bag and gave me a shot in the stomach. I think it was heparol? for blood clotting and had me put pressure stockings on.

The anesthesiologist came by to ask a few questions and the doctor also stopped by.

I was rolled into the operating room and placed onto the operating table which made me nervous because it was so narrow.

People started adjusting and rearranging the wires on me and the anesthesiologist put something into the IV. I started to feel real sleepy and pleasant and asked him, "did you put the pain medicine in already?"

The anesthesiologist smiled and said, "You tell me :)"

It was all over in the blink of an eye and I awoke in the recovery room. I distinctly remember having a real hard time waking up and was very groggy. As soon as I had my senses I asked how everything went. I was in some pain, my throat was sore and was thirsty.

I sucked on ice chips and took a while to feel better. After an hour or two they got me up and walked me around. There was no upper GI xray and they let me go.

I'm healing rather quickly and once had my gall bladder taken out to gauge my progress. I thought the gall bladder was worse. However, I'm still very sore. I've been up a lot to walk around to get some exercise and try and get the gas out. I've been taking my liquid vicadin (nortab?) and managing the pain ok.

I've been very hungry and drinking the clear chicken broth doing well. It kills me seeing the kids walk around the house eating nachos, doritos, and other garbage.

I'm trying to take it slow and ride the wave of excitement as long as I can and shed some weight.

My recommendations:

Be prepared - get everything organized the night before. Meds?

Are the prescriptions filled?

Is the house ready when you get back?

Do you have the right foods ready to go?

Jump on the forum when you have a question and need motivation.

Good luck to all!

I started the process in November of 2008 and finally got approved by my insurance on 5/21/09 and was banded on 6/25/09.

I'm a middle of the road guy and my story is very similar to everyone else. I took my anti nausea pill as instructed and I arrived at the clinic at 5:45 and had to wait until the doors open at 6A. I filled out a few papers, showed my ID and insurance card and was taken to the recovery area.

The nurse came by and introduced themselves and asked me to strip down into a gown. They started an IV bag and gave me a shot in the stomach. I think it was heparol? for blood clotting and had me put pressure stockings on.

The anesthesiologist came by to ask a few questions and the doctor also stopped by.

I was rolled into the operating room and placed onto the operating table which made me nervous because it was so narrow.

People started adjusting and rearranging the wires on me and the anesthesiologist put something into the IV. I started to feel real sleepy and pleasant and asked him, "Did you put the pain medicine in already?"

The anesthesiologist smiled and said, "You tell me :)"

It was all over in the blink of an eye and I awoke in the recovery room. I distinctly remember having a real hard time waking up and was very groggy. As soon as I had my senses, I asked how everything went. I was in some pain, my throat was sore, and was thirsty.

I sucked on ice chips and it took a while to feel better. After an hour or two they got me up and walked me around. There was no upper GI xray and they let me go.

I'm healing rather quickly and once had my gall bladder taken out to gauge my progress. I thought the gall bladder operation was worse. However, I'm still very sore. I've been up a lot to walk around to get some exercise and try and get the gas out. I've been taking my liquid vicadin (nortab?) and managing the pain ok.

I've been very hungry and drinking the clear chicken broth doing well. It kills me seeing the kids walk around the house eating nachos, doritos, and other garbage. I snuck a spoon full of Peanut Butter.

I'm trying to take it slow and ride the wave of excitement as long as I can and shed some weight.

My recommendations:

Be prepared - get everything organized the night before. Meds?

Are the prescriptions filled?

Is the house ready when you get back?

Do you have the right foods ready to go?

Jump on the forum when you have a question and need motivation.

Good luck to all!

Pre-surgery: I met with my surgeon in January and was approved by insurance in April. Before my surgeon would do the surgery, I had to have a colonoscopy since I have a family history of colon cancer. I also had to get cleared by a pulminologist because I use a cpap machine.

Day before surgery: I was only allowed clear liquids the day before surgery, so I all I ate was chicken broth for breakfast and lunch, and Jello for dinner. I was sort of nauseous, I think because I hadn't eaten very many calories that day. Went to bed about 10 p.m. One of the booklets I read suggested that I pack some favorite pajamas to take to the hospital. This meant that I had to sleep in jammies that didn't slide on the sheets and every time I turned over, I woke up. (AND.... since I had an IV, I couldn't wear my favorites in the hospital anyway... what a wasted night.)

Surgery day: Got up at 2:30 a.m. since we had to leave at 3:30 in order to get to the hospital by 5:30. We left town and headed down the Buffalo Ridge to Sioux Falls. We drove through some horrible fog, but DH got us to the hospital on time:thumbup:

Once at the hospital they walked both of us through the surgery waiting area and showed hubby how he could check my status by checking a screen that looks a lot like an airport status screen. Then they took us to a small room where they took my vitals and I met with the surgeon, anesthesiologist, and the nurse liaison (who was DH's go-to person until I was in a real room).

We were pleased to notice that both the surgeon and the anesthesiologist appeared to be familiar with my medical history. (I was recently diagnosed with Factor V Leiden deficiency, which means that I am more susceptible to blood clots.) I got my shot of Heparin, and then they started my IV.

They took me up to the operating room, got me situated on the table, and then the next thing I remember I was in the recovery room. I really don't remember anything from there. I do remember the ride up to my room - going around 87 corners at 60 mph. As I got to my room, (about 10 am) my nurse asked how I was doing. I said that I was nauseous; she said that she would get me something, and I said, "No; I mean NOW!" I then proceeded to heave and heave, although nothing came up.

I was very groggy and couldn't stay awake. I was pretty uncomfortable and couldn't sleep for more than about 10 minutes at a time.

Around 3, I went down for my barium x-ray. Unfortunately, I think it was the same driver who took me up to my room. When I got to x-ray, I was afraid to swallow too much of the crappy drink, because I was afraid it would make me sick. When I got back to my room, I waited 15 minutes until I started heaving again. They brought me orange jello and chicken broth for dinner. I ate one square of jello and about 2 sips of broth - it was disgusting.

I kept sleeping on and off while trying to keep up-to-date on the Farrah and Jacko stories. I was sick one more time around 7:30. My hubby was able to sleep in my room on a couch that folds out to almost a twin bed.

Day after surgery: I woke up at 1:30 and was going to go to the bathroom. Unfortunately, I forgot that I had the compression cuffs on my legs, and I got my legs tangled up. I called for the nurse, a male aide came in, I told him, and instead of taking them off of me, he untangled me and tucked me back in bed. I waited until 2, called for the nurse again, and this time a different aide came and she unhooked me so that I could go to the bathroom and walk the halls. That was my turning point. After that, I felt much more awake and less groggy.

I was still uncomfortable sleeping, mostly because of the IV. However, I was feeling pretty good. They told me that I had to pass gas before I could go home. I was never so proud of 3 farts! I was able to leave around 4:45, with my prescriptions in hand.

It was so great to be in my own bed last night!!!

Hi all! I was banded this past Friday (June 26) by Dr. Stanley Hoehn.

I woke up the morning of surgery and arrived at the hospital at 7:30 for a 9:45am surgery. I was taken up to a pre-op room where I had my blood pressure taken, my IV was started, I took a pill to coat the inside of my stomach, got a shot in my stomach to help with blood clots, got compression garments put on, and changed into a gown. My parents then came up to see my and stayed with me until about 9:00. During that time, the anesthesiologist came by and so did the surgeon. Then, very quickly, the nurses came by, wheeled me to the operating room and I was instructed to move over onto a table where they untied my gown. Once on the table, they placed a mask over my face, had me stretch my arms out, and I was a goner.

(Apparently the surgery only took 30 min. and everything went great)

Upon waking up, I felt quite a bit of pain in my upper stomach. So, when asked to rate my pain I mustered out a "10." After receiving some pain medicine, I was in recovery for about an hour until I was taken down to my room. Once there, I was hooked up to an oxygen monitor and IV. To be honest, I was very, very sleepy and just wanted to go back to sleep. However, when I tried to go back to sleep, my oxygen would dip and the respiratory therapist would come by and tell me I needed to take deed breathes. Then, for whatever reason, I was frightened by this breathing thing (I'm going to guess it was because I was afraid I was going to stop breathing). Once comfortable in my room, my parents came in and so did a nurse who was monitoring my pain and IV. At about 2pm. I was still pretty woozy from the anesthesia, but was asked to get up and see if I could walk a little. As soon as I tried, I became horribly nauseas. So, I laid back down and was given some anti-nausea medicine. About an hour later, they wanted me to try again, but it ended in the same result. So, I was given a pain medicine/anti-nausea shot in my leg. I went back to lay down and slept. Finally, about 4pm. I was able to get up and walk a little. During this time, a portable x-ray came down to make sure my band was in place and all of that fun stuff. Once the x-rays came back, I was finally able to drink! YAY! After this, I was also encouraged to go to the bathroom. I was still having quite a bit of pain in the evening, mostly on my left side, so we decided that I would stay the night in the hospital and be hooked up to a morphine pump. My parents left about 8:45pm and I was asleep shortly after. I was monitored overnight (e.g. blood pressure, temperature, etc) and woke up at about 5:30 the next morning feeling so much better.

On Saturday morning, I was able to move around a lot better and the pain was much more tolerable. I was taken off the morphine pump and given liquid viactin and walked quite a bit. My parents arrived at 7:30 and I was discharged at about 9:30 that morning.

I came home and all was great--until the nausea set in. I'm not sure what triggered it--it had to have been the SF bomb pop or the unjury chicken Soup broth. Either way, I was almost in a panic because I really did feel like I was going to throw up. So, my mom calls the surgeon’s PA and he tells me that he won't send out any anti-nausea medication and it was probably just too much liquid at one time. However, the nausea intensifies an hour later and I was almost to the point of throwing up. So, my mom calls the surgeon's answering service again and this time the surgeon calls us back. He agreed to send out a prescription and about an hour after I took it, I was feeling much better--but it was a very scary 2 hrs. I had another decent night of sleep on the couch and woke up this morning in a little pain, but not much.

As far as the gas pains go, they've been mostly in my chest--which means I've been burping a lot. However, I think they're moving south because my intestines are starting to rumble. So, I keep the gas-X strips handy and take one every few hours.

All in all, the surgery wasn't too bad--the most frightening thing was definitely the nausea at home.

My pain has been pretty good, so I plan on going back to school tomorrow (I'm taking summer classes) and I'm hoping it won't be too bad.