In case you missed the first part of this story, click on over to here and read up. I’ll wait!
Ready? OK. So where should I begin?
I’ll start with the night before the dreaded surgery. Hubby decided that he would go through with his procedure the following morning. (yeay!) As much as I tried to convince him that he really should wait a bit longer to make sure he was certain, he declined. The procedure would happen. (yeay!)
Jokingly I said to Hubby that the nurses in the urology clinic must have an ongoing wager on how many men will chicken out and not follow through with their vasectomy.… I bet they really do, hmm, I’ll have to ask the nurses next time!
The next morning we work up with an air of anticipation. Our friend, Amber, came over to our house with her children to watch BC and eClaire. Bless her heart!
So off we went.
On the drive over to Kaiser, Hubby turned to me and said, “I took 800 mg of ibuprofen before we left, you know, to ‘get ahead of the pain’.”
800 mg is a lot of ibuprofen. Like prescription strength. It was prescribed to Hubby after his shoulder surgery back in November.
During his shoulder surgery everyone kept telling Hubby to ‘get ahead of the pain!’ ‘get ahead of the pain.’
Hubby didn’t.
His shoulder hurt, a lot.
So this time he decided he’d had enough with pain.
After considering where he was getting cut open, cut apart, and singed, (ahhh!) he’d do everything in his power to ‘get ahead of the pain!’.
I was impressed. My husband? Take medicine without being told to? This was huge!
Smiling Mom: “NICE! Good for you!”
After six months in the making, Hubby and I finally walked into the urology clinic.
Ready for the vasectomy.
Hubby was called back and his blood pressure was taken.
Then the nurse asked him a few questions.
Nurse: “So, did you take any aspirin in the last 10 days?” (thins your blood, bad juju when having surgery)
Hubby: “Oh no!! not me. I know about aspirin! I didn’t take any. I took ibuprofen instead.”
Nurse: (stopping, looking up with shock on her face) “WHAT? Ibuprofen? You can’t take ibuprofen before a surgery!! It thins your blood too! How much did you take?”
Hubby: “Um, 800 mg”
Nurse: “haha, well..ahem.. I’ll let the doctor know… ya, you probably won’t be able to get the surgery now.”
Hubby: “Oh sh*t.”
Once Dr. Cuts-A-Lot called us back to the room to talk, me included, we knew the surgery was a no go.
Hubby heard phrases like, “Strongly suggest we postpone the surgery” “Scrotal sack is like a sponge” “Might soak up blood and swell to twice the size” “Not in your best interest” He decide, whole-heartedly, to postpone the surgery.
And we laughed.
We couldn’t believe the comedy of our errors! How could we be so dumb?
We knew about ibuprofen, and forgot.
As Hubby and I walked out of urology, with spermies still swimming, I looked at Hubby and said, “So, is this sign that God wants us to have another kid? Let’s go home and work on #3?”
And I laughed.
Hubby informed me that I’m so fertile that I would most certainly end up pregnant with triplets if we shot for one more.
I have to agree with this. God help me!
I just can’t see myself a parent to five kids.
Oy.
I’d go crazy, for reals!
Ultimately we decided to reschedule the appointment for early April, and attempt to actually see it through to completion.
I’m not sure why, but this vasectomy just wasn’t meant to be. Hopefully the next one will be!
