hazelcinammon

I struggled with my weight since forever. Always was the big girl among sisters,cousins and friends. Always wanted to fit into a size 8. So since the age of 16 i was dieting and dieting and loosing weight til i i reach a size 12 then regain and regain only to put more everytime. My last diet was in April 2009, i lost a stone and a half with a dietician in six weeks. I was complemented my everybody around me even the guy at the grocery store. Then i came back to Norway from visiting my familly in Sudan where i joined that dietician and lost that weight. I was homesick and had my two kids 3yr old and 1yr old to care for and feed. Being an emotional eater i started regaining the weight but still had the will to diet like 3 days a week and party for the rest LOL. We then had my sister inlaw and her husband come over for the summer. We had a great time. Eating out and snacking in infront of the TV. i still managed to not gain a whole lot so up til then i was not thAt bad. Then my mum has a fall back home and breaks a shoulder and gets flown to the UK to get that taken care of. My mum has a valvular problem in her heart since forever but it only got worse with this fall. Being the only housewife amongst my sisters and the only person who is felxible i was taking care of my mum during her wait for heart surgery. I had too much on my plate physically and emotionally. In this period i had gained more and more weight and reahced my heaviest. I started thinking weight loss surgery. I had already done loads of research and spoke to two friends who had the lap band 4yrs ago and this year. I then contacted the ppl i've been correspongin with since i started my research and they re-entered my new weight and BMI and said they will get back to me. A few days later they contact me to say that their Surgeon will only agree to do this for me because my history is in their system and they can see a significant increase in a very short time. So they offered me a free consultation to see the Surgeon. My mum recovered and went back to our home country and i was left with all of the weight and feeling really low because of the weight i had gained. I had my mind set and i did loads of talking to convince my husband. Things then went really quickly i got a date for surgery. The hospital where i was gonna have my surgery was 3 hrs drive from where we were staying in the UK(my sister's house). My brother inlaw is a surgeon himself and did not approve of the procedure because he thinks i am chooosing the easy way out. Knowing my sister and her husband they were gonna make our lives hell if they found out we did not take their opinion and instead were going ahead with the surgery. So we had to make up a one day trip story to another place in the UK to verify our absence for the next 24hrs. Anyway that went all fine. After completing 2/3 rd of the journey to the hospital, i recieved a phone call from my surgeons secretary saying he will not be operating on me and that his partner will be. I panicked and was so anxious, my surgeon then called to say this is my partner we work as a team and i am stuck in an emergency, do not worry if i was to have an operation he will be the surgeon i'd pick. We went ahead because it was now or never for us. My husband had taken a week of work and travelled from Norway to UK to be with me and take care of our babies and it wouldn't have been possible to do that again before end of July which is our summer holiday and the time we are going to our home country for a visit to our famillies. I was admitted at 2:00 pm. My surgery went really well. By the time i was back in my room it must have been 5:00 pm. Shortly after that they got me out of bed and i got my tiny 1 year old to sit on my lap with the help of my husband and my son was hugging my knees. I was very happy and not in much pain at all. I stayed overnight and in the morning the doctor came to see me and i was discharged. I had my shower and put on my make-up and made the trip back to my sister's house. We had to stop for little walks on the way because we didn't want to risk me getting something like a DVT. When we arrived home i told them i wasn't feeling well coz i think i ate something that didn't agree with me and needed to give my tummy a rest from eating. My surgery was on Monday and we flew back to Norway on Friday. The trip was fiiiiiiine. I was emotional several times when my baby wanted me to lift her and i couldn't but all is good now.