The week of ...troubles: part one

It all started early Tuesday morning. I kept waking up really uncomfortable but I didn't really think much of it because , well, lets face it, pregnancy is not EVER comfortable, at least it isn't for me.  After my adorable alarm Emma woke me up with her usual chant of "hold jew, hold jew" I noticed that I had a pain in my back.  I brushed it off as " pregnancy non sense" and went about my typical morning. I got Emma out of bed, changed her diaper and made us some breakfast. While we were eating breakfast I kept needing to throw up and noticed that I was feeling more exhausted than I had in weeks. Again I brushed it off . It was around 10:30 when I just couldn't fight the sick feeling anymore and lost what little breakfast I had actually eaten and by 11:20 I was texting to ask  Cody to please come home from work because  "It's been a difficult morning . I haven't really eaten and I threw up awhile ago and it's proving difficult to keep water down. I'm just loosing energy super fast." Still I thought it was just a hard pregnant day and a little rest would cure it. YEAH RIGHT!! by the time Cody got home I was curled into a ball on our bed and the second he walked into the room I was begging him to "please please rub my back." The rest of the day I did nothing but lay in bed and whimper and move around just trying to get comfortable. This continued well into the night until I finally decided I would try laying in the tub full of  hot water . After awhile the pain eased up a bit . It was a little after twelve when I dragged, and I do mean DRAGGED, myself out of the tub and back into bed. I remember stirring a lot that night but I thought I did pretty good. I must have been in a good deal of pain as a slept though, because the next morning when I asked Cody how he slept he lovingly called me a "loud sicky sleeper" and said that I kept waking him up whimpering and breathing really fast and heavy.... ( ha ha, yeah I know how it sounds).

Wednesday morning went about the same . The afternoon did get a little better though and by that night I was enjoying watching the riffed(an audio track synced with the movie that has jokes about lines and stuff)  movie Independence Day and telling Cody how i was starting to feel better and thought that a good nights rest would have me back to normal the next day. Well I was very wrong.

Thursday was by far my worst day. Thankfully I was able to sleep until a little after 9. My first thought when I opened my eyes was I think today will be better and then the pain stabbed at me again and I realized that this is what had woke me up and that the day was going to be anything but easy and for once I was right.  Cody came into the room and I told him that I  really wasn't feeling well and that I was just going to get straight into the tub . On my way into the bathroom I drank a little bit of water and downed a mouthful of Malox . It hurt a lot to lay in the bath tub and not even 10 minutes into it I was leaning over throwing up what little fluid I had put into my stomach .  I couldn't stand laying in the tub anymore because of the pain so I pulled the drain plug and turned on the shower to a very hot setting and slowly pulled myself into a standing position. I stood there completely exhausted and shaking just trying to get the pain to lessen . When I got out of the shower I was very hot and incredibly thirsty . I took two little swallows of water which instantly had me running to the bathroom where again I threw up the little bit of fluid in me. The worst part was that my body would not stop trying to throw up even though I had absolutely NOTHING left to give.    It took nearly ten minutes for my body to stop freaking out and by the end of it I was a complete mess of tears, I had just had enough already, Or at least I thought I had.

When Cody came in and found me sobbing on the bathroom floor I told him what had happened and he called the doctor. They thought because of the pain in my back and my being so sick that I probably had a kidney infection, which wouldn't be a first for me and really I thought they were right. They ordered a prescription of ZOFRAN for my nausea and asked me to go to the hospital's out patient clinic for some lab work .

Going to the clinic wasn't easy for me . I was mentally tired and physically weak and by the time I had gotten myself off the bed and dressed I was in every way exhausted . All I wanted to do was lay back down on my bed and cry. The only thing that kept me going was watching my amazing husband trying SO hard to help me as he chased around our very busy two year old . I knew that more worry was not what Cody needed and if I stopped trying it would make things a lot worse for him.

Because I was so tired I felt like it took hours to get Emma dropped off and make the 20 minute drive to the clinic. It was a huge blessing that the clinic wasn't busy at all and that the woman who helped us was super sweet. She asked me a couple questions gave me my cup and sent me to the bathroom. While I was gone she told Cody "I thought it would be better if you finished answering the questions for her. It looks like she needs to get out of here as soon as possible." By the time I was done , which took awhile since I hadn't been able to drink anything for quite some time, everything had been taken care of and I was free to go. This didn't seem like a small thing to me and I was very grateful for her consideration.

Cody got me home and settled and then went to pick up my prescription. The ZOFRAN ended up costing us $125.00 and I felt super guilty about it. When I was telling Cody this he just looked at me and sweetly said "You have to be able drink something and keep it down dear." I knew he was right but still I had this nagging thought of  "He works so hard for us and here we are blowing 125.00 just so that I can drink water?! uh!!" The lab work took 4 hours to come through and it all came back negative so off to the doctor we went.

Because we needed to hurry to make it in time to see the doctor at his office we ended up taking Emma with us. It was the first time in three days I had really gotten a good look at my daughter and she bore the signs of her mother being MIA. Her hair was down and I could tell by the way the curl in the front hung a little too stiffly that she must have dipped it in her morning cereal. The white shirt she wore had BIG catchup smears on it telling me that she had had a hot dog for lunch and really enjoyed it. When I first really saw her I said "oh my goodness she is a mess" and even though i felt a little self conscious about it  I couldn't help but smile at her. Cody's response to all of this was a smile on his face and " yeah, I'm not a very good mommy, besides she looks fine."

When I got in to see  Doctor Gurley (who is great Cody and I really like him) it wasn't long before he was telling me that he wanted to admit me to Labor and Delivery because I was so dehydrated and because he wanted to check me for kidney stones.