That’s right – in the hospital. It all started at 3:30 am when I woke up in pain – I couldn’t get back to sleep and I felt nauseas – I waited til 7:15 or so to wake Aaron up, by then I was in tears – I did not feel good. We waited it out trying to get me to sleep, get me comfortable but nothing was working. My lower back and upper thigh/buttock were just killing me – I couldn’t walk, sit or stand without pain. Then I threw up. Glamorous, I know. I couldn’t keep anything down and after that I wasn’t even trying. At about 4 we called my doctor to see what his take on everything was, he suggested we go to the hospital to get checked out – thought maybe I had a horrible case of the flu and/or a UT infection from the pain I was having.
Turns out you have to have some fluids in your body in order to give a urine sample, I had none and the trouble my nurses and lab techs went through in order to get an IV in me to give me fluids was heroic to say the least. I had 4 different nurses try to either get an IV started or take my blood. The poked me a total of 11 times. But it finally worked! And I was able to pee (I told you this was glamorous) which resulted in nothing out of the ordinary – no UT infection just severely dehydrated. So we don’t really know what all that pain was – they think it was my body reacting to the nasty flu bug I caught – just being tense and out of sorts.
They gave me 1 1/2 liters of fluids and near the end of my stay I finally got some Tylenol which helped my raging headache and calmed the rest of my body down. They discharged me at 8:45/9ish with the instructions to “wait it out” because I’m pregnant – there wasn’t much else they could do for me, antibiotic wise. But I can take Tylenol so we stopped at Walgreen’s on the way home and stocked up.
Good news is this didn’t/hasn’t affected the baby at all. They monitored his heartbeat the entire time we were in the hospital and he was just a happy little guy in there – my fever spiked to 101.3 and he was moving and grooving as usual. They were very happy about that.
I ended up in the ER when I was pregnant with Jessica at 38 weeks – exactly one week before she was born. This little guy and I were in the hospital with the flu at 28 weeks – I hope we still have at least 10 or 12 before he makes his entrance. They did check me and everything baby-oriented is tight as a whistle, there were no signs of labor, no signs to be alarmed. Whatever was/is going on with my body is only happening to me, not affecting the pregnancy at all.
Thats how I spent my Saturday. Thrilling. Aaron and I were supposed to go on this awesome date to GR – a client of his was throwing a launching party for the ages and it promised to be a night to remember. The poor guy missed it all. After I rid myself of this bug and no one else in my house becomes infected we’ll have to do something about the date we missed out on.
Last night was fitful, I didn’t really sleep well until about 5 this morning but the back pain is almost all gone, which is a godsend. I have been able to keep foods and fluids down thus far so here’s to hoping we’re on the upswing.