After I read our last post I began to think about all that has happened in our lives, and crap! I should have stayed on top of our blog.
So for a small but I am sure lengthy recap, here we go! ( I will cover a month or two in each post.)
Our last post left us off at me having to schedule my own surgery for my gall bladder removal.
Well shortly after on June 26th I was admitted to the ER AGAIN! It was about 1pm when I started having pains again and Shelly was on her way to pick me up. We were going to go see our dad, who was currently taking his turn in the hospital, and Shelly had just texted me and said I will be there in 5 min. I had to call her almost immediately after and say between forced breaths "I need to go to the hospital" I had been throwing up and then dry heaving badly. My vomit noise was so loud it was scaring Cru. :( Shelly shows up and calls our bishop. He was able to rush over, give me a blessing and send us on our way.
I remember Shelly dropping me off at the ER doors but I could hardly walk. I was checked in and waited for what seemed like FOREVER. It usually does when you are in pain, trying to throw up, and they won't let you have water! I did convince them to give me some if I promised not to swallow it.
Needless to say, a gall stone had lodged its lovely self in a duct and was causing a gnarly traffic jam and therefore creating acute pancreatitis! Yay for me! After being admitted to the hospital I spent a lovely 12 days in there. I knew which nurses were nice and which were slow and I learned that I should have had a shower about 4 days before I did. I spent July 4th alone in my room while Eric played with fire with Cru.
Here is something I am not proud of but will share any way. If you stay that long in the hospital and are constantly on pain meds, you WILL become addicted. It wasn't an addiction I had experienced before, like shoes, but it was I'm gonna die/counting down seconds with the nurse call in your hand until your next dose of meds kind of addiction. It was terrible. Always sleeping, constant fevers and no food or drink. I had 5 different room mates while I was waiting for my pancreas levels to come down. One room mate, the "Jersey Shore brat" with the loud jersey shore family complained about her food and she would name off things like steak, boston cream pie and other delicious foods that she wanted. Someone in her group did go fetch the poor thing some pie too. Meanwhile I laid in my bed and starved.
I finally had my surgery at the beginning of August after battling that rad drug addiction (huge shout out to Shelly for regulating my meds before and after my surgery) I found some gall bladder drops that were homeopathic and those helped a great deal with the addiction and pain. Taste like poo, but worth it. After surgery I spent a week at the Short Recovery Center, aka Shelly's house. I was able to "help" with Cru who was then a formula baby because I dried up after the hospital and lack of food.
Plus I was waited on hand and foot! It was great! I think Shelly enjoyed picking me up from the hospital after surgery mostly because I was loopy.
When I woke up I was in a little room with a cute lady (who I later found out was our ward chorister) she gave me cheese and crackers (the kind with the RED stick, like old school)
and some ice chips. Shortly after Shelly walked in and my excitement from the old school cheese and crackers had busted out as I exclaimed "Dude! check this out! It's old school with the RED STICK!" I still don't live that down. We drove to drop off my prescriptions and she was kind enough to film me. If I can get that video from her I will. It's a gem.
It was a long rough two months but we made it through! It's been a challenge to learn which foods don't make me "rush" anywhere. I missed, what I feel is a lot, of Cru's 1st year and I constantly felt like the world's worst mother while in the hospital. But I know he loves me so I can get over it.
Cru got to come see me in the hospital, but only for a moment.
It was a great moment to hold him again.
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| After the 12 days in the Hospital. I had lost near 22lbs and I bet 5 of that was hair! |
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| This is to show the weight difference. |
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| When he would eat, in between bites we chewed on his socks! mmmm |
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| We managed to sneak in a camping trip before the surgery. |
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| No camping trip is complete without a hat! |
