Emergency room visit and surgery

What a crazy few days (I feel like I'm saying that every other post now-hopefully this will be the last).  As I mentioned in the last post, the doctor called and said I wouldn't need more shots on Wednesday.  Thursday during the day I felt good.  I left work excited for time off and Christmas.  I cleaned the house and took Wally for a nice, long walk before our date night.  I felt a little off all during dinner, but I figured that seemed to be the trend lately...having good times and bad.  The movie was sold out so we went home and watched Dexter.  

I woke up on Friday still not feeling great.  I ran errands and then my BFF came over.  We always get together around Christmas to exchange gifts and catch up.  This time was extra special.  She leaves for California the second week of January for her and her husband's new job.  So this was also our goodbye for a while.  We had a great day of sitting on the couch and chatting, eating Anita's, and exchanging gifts.  I felt bad for a being a lump on a log, but she kept telling me not to apologize.  Her husband, Jon, came and we all talked for a while before we said our goodbyes.  We almost made it without crying.  We've never lived this far apart and it was really hitting us that there wouldn't be any random weekend visits for a while.  I know though that no number of miles will ever change our friendship.  She has and always will be my BFF.  It's really hard to put our friendship into words.  There just will never be another Stephanie (and I would never want there to be one).  She's like the twin sister I don't have.  We can finish each others sentences, we have fun doing absolutely nothing, and she just gets me.  I can be myself and she still loves me.

Well, after they left, I decided to go to bed and get some rest.  Christmas Eve starts the holiday celebration for us and I wanted to feel better.  I had just changed into my PJs and knew something was not right.  I could hardly move.  I came downstairs shaking and told Aaron that we needed to go to the ER.  I changed my clothes and we headed to the hospital.  It's really a short drive, but in that much pain, it felt like forever.  Aaron dropped me off and they wheeled me to the waiting room.  Aaron came in shortly thereafter.  I was shaking from the pain the whole time the nurse was putting my info in the computer.  Soon they wheeled me to my "room."  Time kept ticking by.  I was given pain meds which were a lifesaver.  I needed an ultrasound which required a full bladder so they kept pumping fluid through my IV, but my bladder wasn't filling.  Finally the tech just did the ultrasound.  She kept whispering so I knew something wasn't right.

The intern doctor came back to get more info from me.  She said there was blood on the ultrasound but nothing alarming.  My doctor wanted me to stay in the observation unit for the night but they thought I would get to go home in a few hours.  Mind you, it's now 4 am and we'd been there since 11 pm.  I had slept on and off but poor Aaron was going on zero sleep.  The ER wasn't as entertaining as I thought it would have been.  There was one drunk guy who continuously puked all over himself.  The nurses who came in and out of my room were getting a kick out of telling us updates.  

Eventually they brought us to the observation unit.  Aaron left after about an hour.  I had fallen asleep.  I woke up to bright lights and a million people standing around room.  This couldn't be good.  And Aaron was gone letting out Wally and trying to get an hours worth of sleep (they told us rounds were at 8:30 am and he should be back for that...it was only 7 am).  Everyone started poking me and talking to me.  One of the doctors explained I needed surgery.  I'm not sure what happened between 4 am and 7 am, but something wasn't right.  A million thoughts raced through my head...what if I loose my tube, what if they can't stop the bleeding, will Aaron make it here?  I called and told him to hurry back.  I could tell he was upset that he wasn't there.  I called and woke up my mom.  She was upset.  Happy Christmas Eve, right?  They had to put in another IV, but I was scared and nervous which I guess makes it harder to find a vein.  So I had about a million huge pokes.  I could hardly breath because of all of the blood in my stomach.  It hurt to cry.  The nurses were amazing though.  They held my hand since Aaron wasn't there.  They kept reassuring me that everything would be ok.

I was wheeled up to the OR.  I met a new set of nurses who again deserve awards for their kindness.  Side note...I had to pee horribly at this point.  I had to use a bed pan...let's just say I hope to never experience that again.  Aaron made it just as they were about to take me to surgery.  I was so thankful I got to see him and tell him I loved him.  I know it wasn't a dangerous surgery, but it was scary nonetheless.  The next thing I knew I was waking up and they brought me to the recovery room.  Aaron said everything went great.  They removed tissue from my tube and got rid of the blood.  I didn't loose anything though.  Thank God.  The doctor said everything looked good and there was no reason that I wouldn't have a healthy pregnancy in the future.  These things just happen sometimes.  

We came home and slept for about an hour.  Then we got up and packed for Grand Rapids (the doctor said I was fine to travel that distance).  We opened our presents together and got in the car.  Christmas Eve is definitely a blur.  I felt like I ruined my family's Christmas (which they assured me I didn't).  We went to my in-laws on Christmas day.  By Monday I was feeling quite a bit better and almost 100% by Tuesday.  Now I'm just a little sore after 6 hours of no meds.  I see my OB today for a follow up visit and I see the surgeon next Friday for a follow up with them.

I am so thankful I'm ok.  I am so thankful for Aaron and all he's done.  He was a huge comfort and support at the hospital and has been a great daddy to Wally since we've been home.  I've been limited in what I can do and he's been a rock star.  I know I owe him big time once I'm completely healed :)  And I'm so thankful for all the well wishes from family and friends.  It's so nice to have such a big support system.  And the hospital we went to...what an amazing team of people.  The ER nurses were amazing.  The people who got me ready for surgery were amazing.  The OR nurses and doctors were amazing.  I was blessed with such a great group of people.  It definitely helped ease my discomfort and worry.  They were like a million moms running around kissing my scraped knee :)

Hopefully today's appointment and blood draw go well.  I know I've said it a million times, but I just want to be able to move on and stop having things thrown in my direction.  Hopefully Saturday's surgery was the last hurdle.