Gallbladder removal and scared

So when I found out I was pregnant I started having these severe attacks in my upper abdomen. I figured I was just being a baby and dealt with them. DH’s mom constantly told me to be grateful I was pregnant and not to complain. Even when multiple times it got so bad that DH was going to rush me to the ER, I still said no and pushed through. My OB said it was just indigestion and ignored it. Then I had my daughter and realized the worst contractions (which topped out on the graph machine) were nothing compared to the pain of the attacks. So after having an ultrasound on Monday... say hello to my little friends...

Aren’t they cute? My gallbladder is filled with them. Since the attacks are lasting 5+ hours and more frequent, it’s coming out! 12/17 can’t come fast enough!

I’m not scared about the surgery. Psssh not at all. What am I scared of? The recovery. Not the pain. I’m worried about help with my almost 2 month old. I had her via csection and I had like bare minimum help. I was recovering from a nasty surgery and my husband was bare minimum helpful. My parents didn’t help. His parents didn’t help. He helped the first week. Then he went back to work and everything was me. He didn’t get up at night unless it was the weekend. I brought it up to him several times and we’ve talked about it since too. He says what I’m saying isn’t true. That he helped. Do you know what’s its like to have major surgery, to be sleep deprived from it and caring for a baby? I asked him that. He had nothing to say. His mom stayed with us for a week when she was two weeks. If my daughter cried she’d hold her and tell me to make her a bottle so she could feed her. She wouldn’t touch the bottles at all. So still going through a lot of pain, I’d get up and wash bottles/make bottles. If I hadn’t been in pain I wouldn’t have cared. But she was no help and LOUD. Constantly waking the baby.

DH is having his mom come into town for the surgery. I told him she doesn’t have to. That I’ll just end up doing everything myself and she always makes me feel like I’m complaining. Like I had a gallstone attack during her stay last time. I was doubled over in pain on the couch. She made me feel bad that I wasn’t getting up to grab my daughter when DH was right there. Kept telling me I shouldn’t let some indigestion get to me.

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DH and I get along well with everything else but this has been a difficult one. Like, every other time he’s there to help and now I feel like I’m alone doing everything.