Well, I am back from surgery, and yes, my stitch is in, and as of yesterday, the baby was still alive. But no, the surgery wasn't the most successful thing in the world.
I wrote how it all went down where they called me on Monday afternoon and asked me to be at the hospital 8 hours away, by 7:30AM on Wednesday. Well, I went down. Risked mine and my husband's life to get there, as there was a massive snow storm with white out conditions for the last 3 hours of the drive.

So anyways, we pull in 2 hours after our expected time, so 1AM, and we have to be up at 5AM to be on the road to the hospital by 6AM.

My husband went home then and his MIL took me. HAd my first ultrasound, which was good. Very detailed. Two kidneys, both working, fluid in the stomach, so kidneys are working, she did the nuchal scan even though it wasn't called for and she said it was perfect but never gave me the measurement. I thought I might have seen a diddle when it spread its legs, and I think the tech maybe thinks so too, but she can't say for sure at this point.
Then I had my MFM appointment, where he just said his whole speal over and over again. "I'm so glad you changed your mind about the antibiotics preventatively, and I'm so glad you changed your mind about the Nifedipene. I'm so happy we are on the same page finally."
Whatever. No point in telling him I have been on antibiotics since 8 weeks and my OB up here is giving me Nifedipene at 20 weeks. He's an ass, so he doesn't need to know. So anyways, the surgery is scheduled for 11AM the next day. All is good. I haven't heard of the surgeon before, but am reassured she is one of the best.
I meet her before surgery. She says they don't usually perform preventative cerclages, so this is different for her, although she learned on 13 weeks patients before, so she is confident with it. Although, she did feel the need to drill into my head that there is a 2% chance of miscarriage from the surgery...
Then they try to talk me into a spinal, which I refuse as I hadn't been told to stop my aspirin or fragmin, and neither would have had a chance to leave my system entirely before surgery anyway, since there was only like 36 hours from my phone call... So they agree to do General, so I won't get a spinal hemmorage.
Okay... so glad I had the General now, and I think they might be happy too!
I went under and thought everything was fine; why wouldn't I?
Woke up to a vastly different impression. Apparently the first thing that was an issue was my pelvis. Apparently it is too narrow and has bony spurs, right where they needed to place the stitch. And since there are only 2 different size needles for this, and they were using the smaller one already, they didn't know what to do. So the surgeon just kept trying, for like an hour! She finally gave up, and she called in another surgeon, who had just as many problems. After an hour, she finally got it!!
Don't ask why they didn't convert to a McDonald at this point. Obviously my anatomy was an unknown, so I really think they should have rolled with the punches and changed it up when they had so many difficulties. I mean, it would seem to be the 'right' thing to do... They are now under the impression that I can't deliver a term baby naturally, as my pelvis is too narrow at the end... so I guess I am now a c-section candidate.
The other thing was my heart got messed up. I don't know how serious it was really, but they had to call a cardiologist in, and I don't know what she did, but she advised them to keep me after surgery for at least 24 hours for observation. And she came to see me twice the day of the surgery, as well as the day after. So I was supposed to have been discharged after surgery, but instead I was kept for observation, and I woke up in recovery to find like 15 little heart pad things ALL over my body, from some EKG they performed on me during recovery. I just kept finding those damn things everywhere!! On my legs, shoulders, forearm, all over my heart.... Ridiculous!!
Now, while I was away from home, it snowed 3 feet, so no one really wanted to come get me. So we enquired about flying, and as of now, I am not allowed to fly until my heart is investigated further, and I was told I had to stay down on the coast for at least 5 days, just to make sure I was okay. I guess what happend was my ventrile started beating first, and then there would be a pause, and then like 4 extra beats really quickly. She said the extra beats were to clear the blood from the heart that accumulated when my ventricle went first, and it went first because it was receiving a bad electrical signal from somewhere. So this is called Premature Ventricular Contractions, which led to Atrial Fibbrilation, apparently.
They tested my calcium and electrolyte levels and found I have almost no calcium in my blood. She was going to put me on calcium, but the MFM's said no, as extra calcium can apparently cause uterine contractions.
So now that I am home, I will have to arrange to wear a heart monitor for 48 hours and I will need an echo to see if there are deformities. And I guess we just go from there.
The shitty thing is, I have been having weird 'off' spells, where I just feel wrong, get sort of dizzy, but not where I am spinning, but my surroundings are moving, I get chest pain, and I get really exhausted when these episodes happen. They usually last half an hour or so, and can happen up to 2 times a day, but sometimes I don't get them for like a week. I also have noticed the missed beat followed by the extra fast pounding beats afterward... Well, I told my Dr this (the one I had when pregnant with Devon. The one who said I wasn't in labour and sent me home on T3's and sleeping pills), and well, he never listened to my heart or anything, he just said 'you have chest wall pain. Everyone gets it.' And he sent me home. So I just assumed I was okay. Now we know I'm not...
The other thing was that something went wrong with my breathing. I don't know why, as I have been under so many times. Anyways, they put that 4 inch tube in my throat like they always do, and I guess something happened and they had to pull it out and put the tubes down into my lungs instead.
And they must have done it quickly, because I woke up with whiplash, couldn't hold up my head, and I ended up getting bruises down the front sides of my neck. So I don't really know what happened there...
Basically, this surgery just seems to have been a mess since the word go. But the stitch is in, and they think it is about 1.2cms up, with 1.7 cms above it. Oh, and they were in so long, and had so many retractors in my pikachu, and they slipped a few times, giving me first and second degree tears which needed to be sewn shut. So I am full of stitches besides the Sharodkur, which they did do with the tape.
Now, they don't do ultrasounds apparently after surgery, but they did one for me on the Friday, and the baby was still doing fine. I thought I saw some funnelling on the top of my cervix down to the stitch, but they told me not to worry as it was just blood and mucous above the stitch giving it the appearance of funnelling, even though it isn't in actuality. I really hope they aren't jacking me around with that... She said the blood will either come out or get absorbed, and once it does, the 'funnel' will disappear.
So I bled way more than I did with the McDonald. It finally slowed to pink spotting with mucous on Saturday. The presence of mucous made me worried I had a post op infection. So I saw a Dr on Monday, who listened for the baby's heartbeat, and she found it, so all is good there. Well, she said since Devon's labour was brought on by Bacterial Vaginosis, and since I'd just had surgery, she said she didn't think it would do any harm to give me 7 days worth of Flagyl. She said if I have the beginnings of that infection, then this will clear it up before it causes problems, and if I don't have an infection, but I take the entire dose, it won't hurt me, the baby, or cause a super infection later. So she said to er on the side of caution, and gave it to me. So I am covered in that respect.
So that is that. I am here. Baby is here. Whiplash is healed sort of. Have a horrible head cold now. Which sucks when you're trying to recover from surgery. Not too much pain from the surgery (knock on wood). Some pressure and pulling feelings, but that's it.