Yep, we got another look at Jelly Bean on Monday. (By the way, in case you haven’t guessed, this will be a “not-so-wordless” Wednesday post.)
I ended up in the ER on Sunday with severe cramping. I’m talking pain that had me doubled over in tears. It was nothing like I have ever experienced in pregnancy before. But maybe I should start at the beginning….
We went to church on Sunday morning. I wasn’t feeling great, but that’s nothing unusual. For some reason, I always feel horrible on Sundays. I think it’s Satan trying to keep me from church. Anyway, we got to church, and even arrived early for Sunday School. Before Sunday School starts, we always meet in the Sanctuary, sing a song, recognize birthdays and anniversaries, and then have a short devotional. I started feeling really icky during the congregational song, so I sat down. Then, as we started to sing Happy Birthday (to one of my favorite little girls!), it hit me…. I was gonna be SICK. I flew out of my pew and barely made it to the bathroom. Morning sickness had struck again, and this time it was bad. After I… well, you know, I started having these horrible cramps in my stomach. They were up high, so I assumed the baby was ok, but the pain was so bad that I couldn’t stand upright. After another visit with my head in the porcelain throne, I let a friend take my kids to my MIL’s house (with my MIL), and then my friend took me to the Emergency room. They put me in this room in the very back of the hospital all by myself. I was in so much pain, and I was scared to death. I couldn’t stop crying. About half an hour after I got to the hospital, hubby called to tell me he was on his way home. Thank God. I needed him so badly.
They ran all sorts of tests, took blood, and gave me lots of fluids. I was severely dehydrated upon arrival – probably because I’d brought up everything I’d already drunk that day, and hadn’t had the chance to try to get anything else down. They were able to find the heartbeat, and it sounded beautiful. 174 beats per minute. The doctor predicted a girl, but I’m not betting on that – Zander always had a super high heartbeat, and he’s definitely a boy.
Anyway, hubby arrived about an hour and a half later, and sat with me the rest of the time. We prayed together, and we left everything in God’s hands. A short while later, they informed me that I had a severe bacterial infection and was dehydrated. They sent me home with an antibiotic and an anti-nausea medicine. I was told to follow up with my doctor the next day.
On Monday, the doctor squeezed me in for an appointment. He did a quick check of my cervix (still long and closed) and a quick ultrasound of the baby. Everything looked just fine. Praise God. He said that the fact that I was throwing up so violently on Sunday was probably why I was cramping, but it may also have been heartburn. (Apparently sometimes heartburn can feel more like cramps than burning. Go figure.) He did another test, and guess what? No bacterial infection, so I didn’t even need the Rx for the antibiotic. He did recommend that I get the anti-nausea medicine filled in case I have another bout like I did on Sunday, and he also prescribed a prescription heartburn medicine to be taken only if I need it.
I’m just glad that everything turned out ok. It was really, really scary, but it helped to see the baby and know that he/she is ok.
Sorry for the not-so-wordless Wednesday. It’s been quite a week around here already!
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