Two weeks ago, I was admitted to the hospital here in Oxford. I had some severe abdominal pain that would not go away. It was such a blessing to know in my mind that the pain was too high for me to think it had anything to do with the baby. It almost felt like the dreaded panciaties that I had after my surgery back in September of 2008! Thank goodness it wasn't.
After some blood work and an ultra sound the doctors did not know what was causing my pain. They had planned to do an endoscopy but the doctor told me that he thought the risk was higher than what he would find out. So after a long day of fasting, no tests were done, and I was wheeled off to my bed. In my room I had the lovely company of three other women. All in their 80's. I did talk to one of them, her name was Doris, and she was lovely. My other two roomies were Kathryn and Mary. Having spent time there with them, my eyes were open and I came to like these women who I hardly knew as women who are loved by Heavenly Father. It was not easy at first but then when the nurse asked me if I wanted to change rooms, I didn't. Poor Kathryn would have to be reminded where she was and why. Every night she would wake up screaming Nurse! Nurse! Help Me! My own pain seems minimal compared to theirs.
At the end of the week our whole Ward was moved to the next floor, and I had some other roomies. I would often walk the hall wondering where my old roomies were. Two I saw, but my friend Doris(who by the way called me "Rita", I didn't have the heart to correct her.) was nowhere to be seen.
I was allowed to go home Thursday night, and they never told me what was wrong. All week spent there and no answers. I was sent home with the same medication they were giving me there. So far so good. I have felt so much better. I am so grateful for the friends we have here and their help in rides home from and to the hospital as well as for books to keep me company.
Once again I felt so bad for my dear husband. He had to write a 10 page paper that week and got behind as he tried to do it all, come visit with me, study, make me laugh, and go to class. Luckily the professor let him turn in his paper the following Monday!
Baby Bowerbank is 15 weeks along, and growing in my belly. I don't look prego at all, just a bit fat around my midsection. Time is passing by so quickly, it is a bit scary.
4 comments:
scary stuff!! I hate that paranoid feeling...it never quite goes away. but when that kid starts kicking you're gonna love it!
I'm glad your okay!! we were all so worried! glad you guys have a little support system out there! Thank goodness for churches!
Well hopefully it was a burrito lodged too high up, and I like "Rita" it suits you;)Glad you are all better and baby too♥
Scary! I'm glad you are out of the hospital and things seem to be going alright.
And yes, at the begining you don't look pregnant, just chubby, but the middle of the pregnancy is fabulous. You have a little bump so you look pregnant, but you're not too big and you usually feel better and your maternity clothes fit better.
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