Appen Decto Hecko Me!
Thursday - I woke up to a SWOLLEN belly, looking more like I did when I was 5 months into pregnancy with Kellie.
Thursday night - I had excruciating pain that woke me up each hour as the safety on my heating pad would turn on and consequently turn off the comforting heat.
Friday morning - What? I looked more like I did at 7 months pregnant! And I couldn't walk while standing up straight nor could I pick up Kellie.
Terra drove me to the ER and took care of Kellie for the day (Thank you!! Thank you!!) while the ER docs tried their darndest to diagnose me without risking the baby's health and happiness.
Twenty four hours later, I'm one appendix lighter and several cups of clear liquid diet heavier.
Funny clear liquid diet story -
When it had been closer to 17 hours without ANY food, I politely told the tech taking my vitals,
"I'm not trying to be severe...but if I don't get some food soon, I will eat my own leg."
His eyes, having grown to the size of golfballs, blinked several times before he backed surreptitiously out of the room to tell the nurse what I'd said. The nurse came in with a denial of food until a doctor cleared me to eat. He offered me some Jello. As I cried into my Jello, I made a plan of action. I'd remain doped up so I could at least sleep through the gnawing hunger.
Three shots of Demarol later (That's six hours, by the way) the doc is in the house! After devouring the remaining 6 calories stuck to the sides of the cup of my sugar-free Jello, I sat sobbing when the next shifts' nurse asked, "Are you okay?"
I replied, snot-faced and swollen, "I'm just...sob...so...sob... HUNGRY!!! sob A hoo hoo hoo hooooo...."
Never fear! Nurse Kevin to the rescue. Not 30 minutes later, I'd devoured four tiny cups of peanut butter, two saltines, a bowl of raisin bran, a cup of orange juice, and a quarter of a banana. Turns out my eyes were bigger than my stomach.
With food in my belly and the tears gone from my face, I guess I looked well enough to have earned an early release. I was sent home 24 hours earlier than planned.
And now here I type, hunched over my incisions and my slightly fussy fetus.
Those kicks sure are getting stronger!
Thursday night - I had excruciating pain that woke me up each hour as the safety on my heating pad would turn on and consequently turn off the comforting heat.
Friday morning - What? I looked more like I did at 7 months pregnant! And I couldn't walk while standing up straight nor could I pick up Kellie.
Terra drove me to the ER and took care of Kellie for the day (Thank you!! Thank you!!) while the ER docs tried their darndest to diagnose me without risking the baby's health and happiness.
Twenty four hours later, I'm one appendix lighter and several cups of clear liquid diet heavier.
Funny clear liquid diet story -
When it had been closer to 17 hours without ANY food, I politely told the tech taking my vitals,
"I'm not trying to be severe...but if I don't get some food soon, I will eat my own leg."
His eyes, having grown to the size of golfballs, blinked several times before he backed surreptitiously out of the room to tell the nurse what I'd said. The nurse came in with a denial of food until a doctor cleared me to eat. He offered me some Jello. As I cried into my Jello, I made a plan of action. I'd remain doped up so I could at least sleep through the gnawing hunger.
Three shots of Demarol later (That's six hours, by the way) the doc is in the house! After devouring the remaining 6 calories stuck to the sides of the cup of my sugar-free Jello, I sat sobbing when the next shifts' nurse asked, "Are you okay?"
I replied, snot-faced and swollen, "I'm just...sob...so...sob... HUNGRY!!! sob A hoo hoo hoo hooooo...."
Never fear! Nurse Kevin to the rescue. Not 30 minutes later, I'd devoured four tiny cups of peanut butter, two saltines, a bowl of raisin bran, a cup of orange juice, and a quarter of a banana. Turns out my eyes were bigger than my stomach.
With food in my belly and the tears gone from my face, I guess I looked well enough to have earned an early release. I was sent home 24 hours earlier than planned.
And now here I type, hunched over my incisions and my slightly fussy fetus.
Those kicks sure are getting stronger!
posted by CrunchyChick @ 12:32 AM
3 Comments:
At 7:51 AM,
Anonymous said…
Oh my!!! Not letting you have food when you're pregnant! That's cruel and unusual punishment! So glad you're ok. I'm having flashbacks of when you had your tonsils out and promptly downed a huge slice of pizza only to get sick. That was hilarious. Or was that after you had your wisdom teeth out? Or both? :) Love you!
At 12:35 PM,
Anonymous said…
what a scary experience. i hope that everything gets better. i am sure the baby will understand as soon as you are able to eat more solid foods :)
At 9:32 AM,
The Bagleys said…
Appen Decto Hecko You!
So glad you are home and all is well. BIG hugs to Terra for being there for you and Kellie Allie. BIG, BIG Hugs to Brian for taking good care of you and Kellie Allie. Hugs and Kisses to Kellie Allie.
AND
Lots of Hugs and Kisses to you Laura Michelle.
I had trouble going to sleep last night thinking about the tearful quiver I detected in your voice when we said good-bye last evening.
It's just so... not fun ...that we can't get in our car and drive to your house in 20 miunutes or less to take care of you. Well, I'd drive further than that... it's just that the Yukon is sooo far away!
Take baby steps in your recovery.
Love you bunches and more!
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