what a week

Praise God - I feel so much better!

This past week was one of the worst of my life...

On Friday, I wasn't feeling any relief for my kidney from the antibiotic that I got at my Dr. visit.  I decided to wait it out through the night, and see what Saturday would bring.  I went to bed (more like, layed on the couch crying) for quite a while.  I kept trying to change positions and get more comfortable, but nothing helped.  I was taking my temp. all through the day and it kept going anywhere from 96.6 (after a couple extra strength tylenol) to the highest at 101.6. 

At about 4:45 am Saturday morning, I decided it was time I go to the hospital.  I felt like I had given the antibiotic more than enough time to kick in, and it just wasn't doing its job.  Doug hopped out of bed and was ready to go in no time.  On our way to the hospital, I started counting contractions.  I had been having really bad Braxton Hicks contractions since Wed.  The midwife I saw said it was due to me being in pain, and not actually going into labor.  Well, on our 40-45 minute drive it took us, I had NINE contractions.  That's not normal!  As soon as we got into the ER at Freeman, I was told that I'd be going to labor and delivery.  Funny how no one wants to mess with the pregnant lady! :)  I was wheeled into a birthing room, and was given one bag of fluid in about 45 minutes time.  I was very dehydrated, and my urine sample was looking no better than it had been on Wednesday. 

The Dr. on call came in to check on me, and told me that it was a very bad infection of my kidney.  From there I started receiving two different antibiotics through my IV along with more fluid.  It basically took all day Saturday and all day Sunday to get me re-hydrated.  I couldn't get enough water!  I was going through it like crazy.  I also received oral pain medications that I have to say were my saving grace.  The pain I was having was so awful, I couldn't eat or even move from side to side.  Once all this started taking effect, I was able to have some breakfast at about 9:30 Saturday morning.  It was the first thing I had eaten since Wednesday afternoon.  Sadly, I knew I needed to eat for my little Wolfie, but I just couldn't.  I can't explain the feeling I had, but food was the last thing I wanted. 

I was moved from labor/delivery to postpartum on Saturday afternoon.  I was able to eat all three meals that day, I was feeling very happy that I had come to the hospital.  The nurses made me feel better by telling me I did the right thing...that you can always tell when someone comes to the hospital to get attention, and the ones who are really in pain, and that I was definitely one in pain! 

Doug left to come home and take care of our baby Bent at around 10 pm Saturday night.  After he left, I fell asleep for a couple hours.  At midnight, I woke up shivering like crazy, in horrible pain and couldn't really move.  I called for the nurse, and they took my temp.  It was over 100, but I'm not sure what the exact temp. was.  I was given more pain med. and an extra blanket, and about an hour later I was burning up and couldn't get myself cooled down.  That night was not very full of rest. 

The next morning (Sunday) I was feeling better again, and had gotten myself calmed down.  Doug came bright and early to spend the day with me.  Seeing him made me feel that much better.  Every time the nurse came in to take my vitals, they would listen to Sweet Wolfie's heartbeat to make sure all was going ok with him.  They said that when I came in, they could tell that he wasn't feeling well either, becasue of me not feeling good.  When I started to calm down and was not in pain, he too would calm down, and started feeling better.  That just broke my heart to know that I wasn't the only one going through this, that my baby boy was too!  :( 

I also noticed a new "pain" on Sunday morning.  It was on my left side, down toward the bottom of my stomach.  I knew what it was...I mean, not eating anything since Wednesday really slows things down, and then having 3 meals in one day after not having food for that long...well, that slows it down more.  Sometimes, it just sucks being pregnant when you know there is medicine you could/would take in higher doses if that little baby weren't inside! 

Sunday-Monday morning were pretty intense.  There was quite a bit of crying on my end.  Poor Doug wasn't sure how to help me...but he did great - all I wanted was him to just be there with me.  Monday afternoon brought relief! and the ok to head home.  My infection was pretty much gone, just have to finish up some at home antibiotics for the next week (gladly!). 

I think one of the hardest things was being in the postpartum area of the hospital, where all these ladies have their babies in room with them and seeing them get wheeled out, and me not getting that joy yet.  It was so nice to hear all the nurses tell me that they couln't wait to see me in a couple of weeks, and to meet our baby boy!  I too, can't wait for that!

Last Friday marked 37 weeks - Full Term!  Unfortunately, there aren't any pics of my 37 week belly.  I do have this lovely story to share, though!  Now we just play the waiting game.  I'm felling lots better, but would like for our little Wolfie to stay in maybe just a week longer so that I can be on top of my game!  BUT, not too much longer...becuase I am more than ready to meet this little man!!