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Repairing a hole

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Although last weekend was not my first stay in the hospital, I was still nervous on The Day. Well, who woudn't be if they were going to be cut up? *eeeps!* my surgery starts at 8.00am and I have to be at the hospital at an hour earlier. My last breastfeeding session was at 5.00am because I can't eat anything prior to my surgery. Furthermore I had to wake up reeeeeeeealy early. I got crankier when I wanted my vuvunenen a few minutes before I went to the operating theatre but ibu told me she can't feed me. A hungry kid is an angry kid! I struggled when the nurses put on a mask on me. I had no idea why they did that but I began to fall asleep after this lady in white counted to three.


I was still sleeping after my surgery. I did open my eyes a bit to see if Ibu was still with me but something made me fall asleep again. Ibu said I woke up about an hour later because some kid was screaming his lungs out after his surgery. And I asked for food after that. Ibu asked one of the nurses to provide milk+biscuits but I vomited everything out that I ate. The nurse told Ibu that I will have to stay at the hospital if I vomited again. Fortunately I didn't. It must be because of wind in my tummy. I was discharged at noon but it wasn't over yet. The pain returned when it's time for another round of paracetamol. I would be playing without a care in one moment and I would suddenly clutch my tummy in another. I guess I have to tahan this cycle for the next of days. *sigh*

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