The Fictions in My Head
The title comes from something John said to me whilst we were chilling in Labor and Delivery yesterday. But I’ll have to work my way up to that…
So yes- long story short…had to take some unpleasant tests yesterday and today which required me to stop taking medications controlling my stomach problems. As a result…the weekend was…yucky. And that’s an understatement. It started off mild, but as the meds wore off I learned what a parasite really feels like. More than that, I quickly became dehydrated that caused some serious back pains. After a night of close to no sleep (maybe an hour or two, tops) we ended up going to the hospital to make sure that everything was ok. When I explained what was going on- they immediately admitted me and hooked me up to about a thousand monitors. Ok. Maybe two. When we were on the way there I was just thinking that we’d get checked out, make sure everything was ok, and go home. As they escorted me into a room and got me into a gown…I started to get scared. Although it wasn’t probable, it was possible that I would have a baby yesterday. We hadn’t called anyone (no need to alert the masses for nothing) but the way the nurses reacted to my symptoms made me afraid that it might be time, too early. Luckily, they were able to find out very quickly that everything looked fine. I wasn’t dilated, and although I was having a lot of pain, it was more in the ballpark of “irritable uterus” than contractions. I was also glad to know that the extreme pain I was having was exclusively a product of whatever has taken up habitation in my intestines and not my baby telling me he’s coming early. They did tell me that I needed to get hydrated and stay hydrated at all costs- which was particularly difficult over the weekend as everything that went in….came out…Interestingly enough, at our normal appointment today the nurse put me on the scale, wrote my weight down, and then made me get back on so she could check again. Yes- I’ve lost 8 lbs. so far due to this little bugger…so I’m glad the tests are over and I can take something to help me keep some of my nutrients.
Anyway, back to the hospital…the nurse went and got me a lovely white cup with cold, cold water and pebble ice in it. I drank it all down and then wanted some more, and John almost FILLED UP MY PERFECT CUP IN THE BATHROOM. He asked me where I thought the other water came from and I said, “A clean water place.” It was at this point that he told me I have fictions in my head. Which I guess I do- but hey, at least they keep me hydrated. Overall, I’m glad we went. I was actually able to sleep last night- which helped the whole “work” thing today. Our appointment with Dr. Grover today went well, too. Turns out her nurses were not so clear with my messages- and so she had no idea how serious it had gotten. While that makes me SO mad- I was comforted by her attention and the steps she took to ensure that the baby and I are going to be ok. I am confident in her ability as a doctor and learned that if I think something is wrong, I shouldn’t let someone just tell me to “take something” and “wait until my next appointment.” If I have to, I’ll walk in and talk to someone face to face- anything to keep Camper safe and my mind from exploding with worry.
So…the final word, for now…we’re waiting for the test results to see what’s wrong with me, and in the meantime, I get to feel like absolute crap. Camper, however is strong, healthy, and still quite the kicker. He kept kicking the monitors yesterday, and it was funny to feel him go after them. I can feel him getting bigger and stronger, so although this might not be an easy month, we’ll get through it. I gotta tell you- I don’t remember much of this weekend- but I do know that my husband is kind and selfless and so amazing at taking care of me. He’s a good one. A very, very good one.
