The fun never stops! For my own purposes, I'm journaling the past week and a half.
Saturday, November 5, 2011-I had been asked to speak at our local LDS conference. I had been preparing for a week and half but was taking a break at Wal-Mart with Eliza. When out of NO WHERE I started having such major pain in my back I didn't think i could walk and I was having a hard time breathing. We made it home and I took Tylenol, used Bengay and a heating pad to calm my back down--I figured I had hurt myself carrying Vi & Abby and set it aside. I went to speak at the conference and then came home and went to bed.
During the night of Nov 6,7,8 I woke up with awful pain in my lower right abdomen. After taking some Tylenol, I was able to fall back asleep. I was also having some symptoms of a bladder infection, so I called my doctor and headed in Wednesday morning. The dr. said it was probably an infection or an ovarian cyst and signed me up for more tests.
Wednesday night/Thursday morning. After 4 hours of not sleeping and having seriously intense pain, Ben drove me to the ER. Thanks to my mom who came over to take care of the 3 sleeping babes. The ER was empty (phew!) and they got me into triage. They started me on a anti-nauseous & hydration drip. They were going to give me some medicine but realized I was a nursing mom and so they gave me some oral motrin. They told me I had the classic symptoms of a kidney stone and could do a CT scan to be sure if I wanted. Otherwise, I could go home, keep taking the medicine and wait for it to pass. I said, I wanted to know. I am SO glad I did. After going home and getting a little rest I got a call from a Urologist saying that my stone was too big to pass and that I would need surgery.
So guess where I am going tomorrow?!
I am so grateful for all the kind words and help that I have had this week. My parents & my in-laws have been SUPER helpful as have many friends and acquaintances. I am not looking forward to the whole procedure and am quite anxious but I know that the Lord will be with me and my family.
One totally cute story from all this: Eliza had preschool the day I was in the ER and so I coordinated with my Dad to drop her off and pick her up. She was beyond stoked! I mean, that would be an understatement. When my Dad realized this he took full advantage of the love and not only picked Eliza up but took her to lunch. She had a blast! When she got home she was telling me all about her day. And she said, "Don't worry Mom. Grumpy paid Ms. Marnie so that I could go home with him." I was TOTALLY confused. What had my Dad paid her teacher for? Then I realized what it was! The preschool asks to see ID of people they don't know recognize to verify who they are and if they are on the list. So my Dad had gotten out his wallet and she thought he had to pay. LOVE IT! And finally-here is a card she wrote to my Dad--I was so proud of her letters!