The week started out so well. A happy afternoon spent with Nate and Grayson and then a nice evening with mom and Phil with a surprise visit to see Tricia Monday.
After Grayson and I returned home Monday night, we kept busy with getting him diapered and fed and soothed enough to get to bed. Once he fell asleep at 10:30, I used some "down time" to get caught up on emails, Facebook and just plain ol' surfing the web. An hour quickly went by and I decided to just stay up for Nate just so we could swap "hi's, goodnights and I love you's" before I tried to get some shut eye, because after all, it is very hard to predict just how much shut eye one will actually get with a newborn, ya know? ;)
Nate normally gets home at 12:20 every night..errrr..morning. Well, right as I shut the Mac's lid down and was about to plop on the couch, at midnight exactly, I felt a really hard stomach pain. I waited and breathed it out for about 5 minutes, knowing it was just gas or something and would certainly be all better within a couple minutes. Right?
Wrong.
That quick, hard pain suddenly turned into absolute misery. A pain I never want to experience again. Ever. Worse than labor pains. No joke. It was quick. It was hard. It was strong. and it wasn't letting up. It went from my stomach right up to my chest. I couldn't breathe. I tried walking, sitting, laying, stretching, crouching, drinking water. Nothing worked. It just kept getting worse.
After what seemed like forever, I couldn't take it any longer and called Nate asking where he was in a panic. Thankfully, he was just houses away. He rushed in the door and found me crouched over our couch in utter pain. I dialed my mom and told him he had to take me to the hospital right away. He spoke with my mom and got things ready, just as I headed for the bathroom. I got SO sick. I don't think I've ever been that sick.
Then came the even more scary part. I started vomiting blood. That's never happened before either. Thank goodness mom only lives 4 minutes away.
As soon as she got there Nate took me to the closest hospital about 4 minutes away. I was so scared. I honestly thought something from the delivery of Grayson was not right. I was so worried something seriously may have been wrong.
I remember getting to the ER and the register-girl thought I was in labor! I couldn't walk upright. I couldn't speak. I couldn't breathe. It was horrible.
They whisked me into an exam room while Nate got me registered and I immediately started vomiting again. But way worse. I was even more terrified. "What in the world is happening to me?!" was all I could think. The RN was amazing and was so comforting. Especially after finding out I had a 4 week old at home.
Nate rubbed my leg as I tried to breathe and "ignore" the pain and the nurse tried to get my IV's going. It took her 2 tries, but she finally got it and once the Morphine hit and the Prilosec took over I started to feel relief. For the first time in an hour.
Moments later Phil showed up to be with us. Then the doctor came in and said they'd need to do bloodwork and an ultrasound.
I had all that done and an hour later, Phil left and gram and gramp showed up! I have the best family ever! I felt terrible that they were there though. 2:30 in the morning and all. But, they insisted on being there and I was grateful.
Right after they came the doctor came in with the ultrasound results and said the blood work came back just fine, but unfortunately the ultrasound showed lots of gallstones and an inflamed gallbladder. Ugh.
Conclusion? A gallbladder attack. =Getting it removed as soon as possible. I couldn't believe it and was not a happy camper.
So, fast forward to today where I went to my family physician where he confirmed it definitely needed to come out as soon as possible or I would continue to have attacks. He said just what so many of friends on Facebook said, it's very common with women who have had babies.
An hour later I met with the surgeon for a final opinion. He said the same as the 2 doctor's before and scheduled me to have it removed this coming Monday.
My thoughts? Grateful for at least a diagnosis and reason for all that excruciating pain, but also frustrated, overwhelmed, and mentally and emotionally drained.
This is not an uncommon surgery whatsoever. As a matter of fact, it's the same procedure I had this time last year (expect that one was for infertility). But, I am doing so well after having Grayson, c-section and all. And now the thought of another surgery. Another recovery. More time. More money. More appointments and medicine.
Mom having to watch Grayson. Getting more behind on things, etc. It's just a lot.
I trust in the Lord's plan though. That's all I can do. I have faith He will allow this to go smoothly and that I will be feeling much better than I have in a long while.
I know I'll be just fine. It's just the unexpected. I'll deal. :)
Now, because this post was so downing, I must leave with something super positive:
I never, ever knew I could love someone so much!