Should I change my blog to life's BIG moments? I tell you, I just can not catch a break.
I got home from the hospital on Friday, which is says below. Saturday I had a lot of pain but was able to tolerate it somewhat, taking vicodin every 4 hours around the clock.
2am on Sunday the pains got really bad but they finally subsided. I moaned for about a half hour that night in pain and poor Joe had to try to sleep through it all. I had taken vicodin but it really didn't help all too much. The only thing I could do was sleep on our recliner, which really sucked because it's really too small. The bed made everything like 500x worse and sitting up was the only way I could tolerate getting any sleep.
Sunday rolls around and Grandma and Joe's mom are on their way to our house to visit for my birthday. I was in a lot of pain again. I finally called my mother around 10am and said, mom, I just can't handle this pain and started to sob. She told me to call triage.
I called triage and they said to come on in. I called my mom back. I asked her to take me to triage. Joe's mother and grandmother were on their way over.
I called Joe's mom and asked where she was. She was just down the street. I told her I was going back to the hospital. I just couldn't handle the pain any longer.
When Joe's mother and grandmother got her, they came to see me. I was in so much pain. Joe's grandma started to cry when she saw me. I felt so bad. I was in so much pain.
When my mother got here, I nearly ran out the door. I did not say goodbye to anyone, I was not wearing a bra, I didn't give a crap what I looked like, I just wanted to get to the hospital. I could have gone naked. I just didn't care. I was soooo much in pain. Joey was going to go up north with Joe's mom and grandma so they could take care of them while I was in the hospital.
The drive was long - about a 1/2 hour or so. When we got there they had me sign a paper or two and then got me into triage. Now I know the drill. They have me undress, get into this gown with my butt hanging out and then I sit on this stretcher. Now this is the most uncomfortable stretcher ever - especially when you back hurts like a MOFO.... (if you don't know what that stands for, don't ask).
The first thing they tried to do was get an IV in my hand. Now they poked me about in 6 different veins since I was last there Thursday twice trying to find a vein. Her first attempt was bad. The vein blew and my hand started to blow up with IV fluid and it hurt like mad. It hurt enough to take away my back pain from my mind. She was hesitant to try again so she called in someone else who was also hesitant to try my vein. They finally called in a third person. I think an HOUR later someone finally got an IV in my hand, in the same exact vein from Thursday so it was a bit sore. Then afterwards they finally gave me some morphine. THANK GOD. Anything to take the edge off the pain. I was finally able to relax a little bit.
The OB came in and talked about stablizing me with meds and sending me home. I about came out of my skin pissed off. They already tried that TWICE!~They sent me home once with percocet which didn't help anything and that was why I came back the second time on Thursday. Then they sent me home with Vicodin, which helped for a day and then didn't even touch the pain Sunday when I got in. She was talking about sending me home with morphine or something. I told the nurse, who already knew me from the previous two visits, that I did NOT want to go home again. I told her they have such a hard time finding veins in my hands, and it's a long drive and I just want to fix the pain so I'm not coming in anymore! I was near tears. I did NOT want to go back home and have to keep doing this!!
So finally she came back and said they were going to admit me overnight. I was so relieved. Thankfully they also moved me to a real room with a real bed (or well, at least a hospital bed and not a stretcher). THANK GOD.
Later that afternoon they hooked me up with a morphine pump and my mom stayed awhile with me. She's been so good to me. She's driven me to the hospital, came over to stay with Joey on Thursday morning. She's modified her work schedule to be there for me. What a saint she has been!! Joe came in around 6-7pm. They were just sending me down for an X-ray. After that I got back in the room and they were sending me down for another ultrasound. Both showed nothing. They did find crystals in my urine, but no kidney stone.
They gave me a medicine to relax my ureter called procardia, which I guess is also given to help stop contractions. Joe stayed until 9pm and then went home. Urology came in and said they wanted to knock me out the next day, take me to the ER and put a scope up my bladder to see if there was anything in there, in the ureter or in the kidney. I was concerned for the baby but said if the OB said there was no risk to the baby, I was ok with it. I just wanted to get better! I prayed that this stupid kidney stone would go away and that I would not need surgery the next morning. I was kinda upset about it and had a hard time going to sleep because of it.
Around midnight I felt really really good, like no pain, nada. I never passed a stone, but I did feel better for some reason! I was soooo apprehensive! I was so sure the pain was going to come back. I told myself I would not use any morphine unless I was positive I had kidney pain. I went back to sleep. Around 3am I got up to use the restroom. I still had no pain. I ALWAYS had the worst pain around 2am. I could not believe it. I called in the nurse to tell her I felt really good and had no pain and told her I was so apprehensive about it, like I was so sure it would come back! I was so scared!
5am rolls around, still no pain. I'm so relieved but scared still that it's going to come back. I called the nurse again and told her I still had no pain. I told her that I did NOT want the procedure if I had no pain.
Around 6am both Urology and the OB came in at different times and agreed that if I still didn't have pain, they were NOT going to do the procedure. Whew!!!
Later that morning they took me off the morphine pump since I didn't use it, took me off IV fluids, capped my iv (so they still had the IV in my hand, but nothing hooked to it), and took me off the fetal monitors (which were excellent the whole time). I took a shower and relaxed. About 2pm they released me and my mom, who works at the hospital, left a little early to take me home.
It was weird to be home. My house was mostly clean (thank-you Joe!!), and it was weird to be home and not in pain for once. Joey was not there. I was so tired. I went to our bed and laid down. It was nice to sleep in my own bed and not be in pain there too.
My biggest concern is all the meds I've been on affecting the baby. I know the labor and delivery unit wouldn't have prescribed these meds had they had any ill effect on the baby, but you still worry about it. I mean, I was on non-stop pain meds since Thursday!! I finally got off of them cold turkey on Sunday just after midnight.

Of course today was my birthday. When Joe got home tonight we agreed to go out to dinner and went to TGI Fridays. I had a free appetizer on my Friday's card. I knew I wasn't going to eat a lot. I've lost 5 lbs since Thursday, and that's even weighing myself WITH clothes on and in the evening! I've had NO appetite at all until today. We had a good meal. Joe wanted them to embarass me so all the servers came out with balloons for my birthday. Most tied them on my fingers, one tied it in my hair (imagine a balloon hanging onto my hair - funny sight!) and one on my finger. Here I am with my birthday balloon collage. I don't look that great. I think it's a toll that it takes on you after you have been in the hospital for days!
Honestly, the best birthday gift I had was waking at midnight with no pain. I can finally get home, focus on family and just get back to my old self!