I got your PM and will be calling you later. But I thought I would write some things down too, so you can reference any of it if you need to.
I had surgery with Dr Brackmann at St Vincent on Nov. 19 to remove a 4.5 cm tumor. It took 11 hours. Dr Brackmann is wonderful, and he and his team did an awesome job on me. I turned out to have a complication beyond the tumor itself--it was on my facial nerve--so they had to cut and graft my facial nerve and that is going to take a long time to heal. But if it wasn't for my face not working right, and my hair growing back, this whole ordeal would seem like a bad dream. I feel really good and normal and have for probably the last 3 weeks.
My baby was 6 weeks old when I was diagnosed, and I also have a 3 year old. I'm 34, btw. During the 6 weeks between diagnosis and surgery, I rented a hospital grade pump and pumped like crazy to get a stash for while I was unavailable to nurse her. I also found a formula that agreed with her, so that we could supplement with that to make my stash last longer. God blessed me with a baby who didn't seem to care where the food was coming from, so long as she was fed, so that helped the situation.
They make you take an anti-viral that contra-indicates breastfeeding for 3 days prior to surgery, so be prepared for that. After I arrived, I talked to EVERYONE about my situation and asked for their assistance. Rita, Jody, and Becky were super nice and super helpful and really went out of their way to smooth my path. The nurses in ICU were awesome and very accomodating. My husband did the pumping for me while I was "out of it". He made the walk from Seton Hall every 3 hours around the clock to pump me. I won't lie, it was hell on both of us. Despite our best efforts, by my last day in the hospital I had all but lost my milk, between the drugs and the stress my body was under. I talked to the drs about my situation and my wishes to get the baby back on the breast asap after my discharge. I was doing well enough that I was able to be discharged without any meds being required on day 5. 6 days after surgery, I started transitioning the baby back to nursing. The first day I was able to feed her 3 times, but had to use both sides each time to fill her up. By 2-3 weeks after surgery, I was feeding her 6 times myself and supplementing 3 times. Now that I'm 2+ months post surgery, and she is 5 1/2 months, I am still giving her formula twice a day, just to help take some of the stress off of my body, but I *could* be nursing exclusively if I wanted to.
So many people told me before my surgery that I needed to forget trying to nurse my baby, that my health was more important. Well, yes, that is true BUT I knew for my own piece of mind that I had to try. It was by the grace of God and the skill of my surgeons that I didn't have any other post-surgical complications that would have prevented me from re-lactating, especially considering the size of my tumor.
My 3 year old has had a few issues because of all this. He stayed with grandparents while we were in CA and I was away from him for 2 weeks, after never having been away for more than 4 days prior to that. It was difficult for both of us, and I missed him like crazy. He has said some things since then, indicating he is afraid of it happening again and it breaks my heart to hear it. But he is starting to relax around me again, finally. He offered to hold my face up for me, so I can smile... :-)
We as mothers can't help but worry about "what if". What if I die. What if I come don't come through this whole and cannot care for my children. What if they resent having a mother who is not quite 100% what she used to be. I guess that's where faith comes into play. I did everything I could to find the right doctors and help myself heal, and trusted in my faith in God that it would be Ok. In a way, this has been a blessing, because my priorities have been confirmed without a doubt, and I have spent more time (and will continue to for quite a while) at home with my little ones, instead of hauling down the road to barrel races. I have more appreciation for being alive. So what if I can't smile and my eye doesn't blink--I am here to mother my kids.
I hope this helps. I'll be calling you when I don't have munchkins distracting me. It took me almost 2 hours to type this. LOL
Vonda