Scary

                             

I know that I should of blogged about this earlier but once I was feeling better life started and I was WAY behind. Here goes the whole story.

On September 28th I just did not feel good all day. Greg and I had drove in together. I left early and just slept in the car waiting for Greg. When we got home I did not feel good at all. I had been sick with the baby so I thought I was just having a bad day. I took a bath and went to bed early. All night I was up throwing up. Greg maybe got 4 hours of sleep all night. Then about 4am I got the sharpest pain in the world in my side. I really thought that I was losing the baby, so did Greg. I was crying so hard. Greg called the hospital to see what it might be. They said I needed to come in. The whole drive to the hospital I thought I was dieing. I keep asking Greg to drive faster.

When we got to the hospital we had to wait for about 2 min to give them our information. I laid on the emergency room floor. Greg said it was not the cleanest place to be and I told him I was dying anyway so it did not matter. Threw up one more time before being admitted into the hospital.

Once we admitted they gave me wonderful moraphine. They could not give me a lot because of the baby but anything helped. They called in the doctor and ultrasound tech early. We took an ultrasound just to make sure it was not the baby and to see if it was my appendix.  They said that it was not the baby, because the baby was moving like crazy. It was moving so much that they never got a heart beat. They said that it could be my appendix or just a sist. They took me down for a MRI but the surgeon came in right before they started. He pushed on my stomic and made me scream. He said that there is a risk with any surgry with the baby but it was 99% it was my appendix. Greg said lets do it.

I went into surgery. It was about an hour long, YES it was my appendix. It had actually burst.

All the white and Green is a river of infection.

I have to say Greg was great the whole time. He was on the phone almost the entire time. He called my work, my family, and his family. He said that the hardest time was after they wheeled me away to surgry. His sister and dad had not shown up. He had called everyone and then he started to think worst case. Greg was a solid rock the whole time for me.

I came out of surgery and because my appendix had actually burst we had to stay in the hospital for a few days. One reason I had to stay was I had a drain in me and they did not want me to go home with that and two because of the baby my white blood cell count had to go down.

Every day my OB came in and gave me an ultrasound on the baby. The baby was just fine.

Greg was wonderful he stayed in the hospital with me for 4 days stright. He helped me up (even in the middle of the night) he put my presser cuffs on my legs and would adjust my bed. I really don't know what I would do with out Greg. He was my saving grace. I could not thank Greg enough.

I took a week off work. Mom came and stayed with me for the week since Greg has to go back to work.

Greg I love you, thank you for being their for me.