I awoke on Sunday 5/3 feeling OK, nothing great but how I expected to feel having had a 5 hour op the day before. Stephen came to visit closely followed by Lyns and Chris. We had already decided that a hospital ward was no place for a baby and so Cerys was with her other grandparents.
We chatted and I shuffled in the bed feeling quite uncomfortable. Then I spotted it. The drain on the left side where the repair had been should contain blood and / or serous fluid. It was full of bile. My heart sank as I realised something was leaking and we called the senior staff nurse who shared our fears. My consultant was contacted at home and when he saw it he said I needed to go back to theatre. Devastation isn’t the word and my heart broke for my poor loved ones. I went back to theatre about 5. I met a far too cheerful Anaesthetist who was from Aberystwyth and I was soon under the knife again. I came back to the ward about 10 and Stephen said I looked awful. He was distressed – I dont remember much else other than feeling very very thirsty.