Little Kite Girl

Yesterday was interesting. I got up…got ready for work. I made a decision to lay off the imodium. Mostly because I hadn’t gone to the bathroom in…over a week. I started to feel some familiar pain and realised that I needed to at the very least slow the pills down to see what my body was actually doing. Funnily enough- except for cramping and some pain in my back, I haven’t gotten too sick again without it. I made it to work, started to go about my day, and sometime around 1 decided to run next door to grab some lunch. (Note: I had been snacking on granola, water, and dried apricots all morning, and that was AFTER having a bowl of Cheerios before leaving the house.) I get over to Macey’s with my friend Anisa and we buy some food- and all of a sudden I realise that if I don’t sit down, I’m going to go down. Hard. I found the cafe area and almost sat on some little boy who was sitting there innocently trying to enjoy his king kone. I tried to eat a little, thinking my blood sugar might be low, but I just got dizzier and dizzier. Finally Anisa ran next door to get my phone and alert our boss what was going on. Before I knew it, the VP of my department, accompanied by a couple other people were all sitting at Macey’s with me waiting for my Mom to come get me. I was way out of it- my Mom said I was repeating myself, and all I really remember is the VP saying, “What are we going to do with you?” and me responding, “I thought a hot dog would help!” I was told not to worry about anything…just to go home and rest. When my Mom got me I thought that I should probably just go into Urgent Care at BYU. So…two and a half hours and some icy gatorade later…we find out that not only has my iron dropped MORE, but that my blood count in general is low. Lower than earlier this month. And I haven’t gained any weight- even with the insane amount of food I’ve been eating. Less blood and iron means less oxygen which means less energy and more of an ability to just…pass out…at the store. So now we’re waiting to go see the GI this morning, the OBGYN tomorrow morning, and PRAY, just pray, that they do something. Seriously, not enough blood? How does that even happen? To end with the good news, Camper is absolutely fine. He is kicking so crazy hard these days- I think all the beef my Mom is feeding me is doing him well. Now if I could just make it through a day’s work…we’d be all set.

Big breath. As hard as all this is we’re all doing well. I’ve got all the help I need, and I think I’ve realised that I just need to be patient. Here’s to hoping detailed medical posts with no good news for awhile isn’t too disheartening to anyone out there. We’re still having a baby And I’m still in love with my family. So it’ll be ok.