It
might come true. I had wanted to see the labor and delivery floor of
the hospital at which I’ll be delivering the baby; I got my wish,
although not in the way I had hoped. This last
Saturday I woke up feeling a bit off, like I might be coming down with
something but tried to ignore it -- since we had Noah’s Boy Scout
campout that night. We had contemplated staying the night but at the
last minute decided against it, since it would be
Amelia’s first time camping. I would have probably skipped the campout
all together with how I was feeling. But I was in charge of leading the
boys in our den through two skits at the campfire that night. As soon
as we finished our last skit, we were out
of there. I had been feeling like I was on the verge of throwing up
for hours, and as soon as we got home I ran to the bathroom.
I
felt a little better and tried to go to sleep, but not 30 minutes later
I woke up to horrible stomach pain. Long story short, I spent the next
nine hours straight vomiting every 20 minutes.
Around 1:30 in the morning, Mike went to sleep in the guest room, so at
least one of us would be able to take care of the kids the next day. I
thought it would eventually stop but it didn’t, and around six am was
feeling like I should probably go to the ER.
I decided to weigh myself since I had lost so much fluid, and I was
horrified to see I had lost eight pounds. I got Mike up; once he
realized that I hadn’t stopped vomiting all night, he called our
neighbors to come watch the kids so he could take me to the
ER.
After
being in the ER for about an hour and getting an IV and blood tests,
they decided I needed to be admitted for at least the next 24 to 48
hours. My OB happened to be on call at the
hospital, so she had me sent up to “L & D” (Labor & Delivery)
so she could monitor me. I ended up getting 9 or 10 IV bags and a
constant stream of anti-nausea medicine. I am so thankful for good
friends. Our neighbors watched the kids when we left for the
ER and then my wonderful friend
Melinda and her husband Dean watched the kids until I got out.
Thankfully, because I stopped vomiting, I begged my OB to let me go home
and sleep in my own bed . . . I was released that evening.
Mike
was amazing through everything; he was not only Super Husband, Super
Dad, but also Super Nurse! We’re still not sure what caused me to get
so sick, but I am feeling better every day.
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