...it's actually Kidneys of Stone(s) for me. I haven't been around much on the internet this week - perhaps you didn't notice...but it was a long week for me nevertheless. I've been at my Mom's house since Thursday night and I'm looking forward to going home with my baby and spending time with my husband (he was in Calgary all weekend). What happened? Here's the story.
Sunday night I got home from Kelowna, tied up a bit and did some laundry (thank goodness!). I felt fine, and Alexys and I went to bed on time (again, thankfully!). Jord left for work Monday morning around 7:15, and I woke up when he was just leaving - I felt fine for about 15 minutes. By 7:30 I was in all of a sudden, excruiciating pain. Like I'm not kidding, I thought I was in labour - it felt like contractions all over. I did my best to fight it - I fed Alexys, packed her diaper bag, and put her down for a nap. I got in the shower but by 8:30, I couldn't take it anymore. I called my Mom, crying, and said you have to come here, I can't take care of Alexys like this. She got to my house so quick, and took me to the ER...where we (of course) proceeded to wait for a very long time. We waited in the waiting room for over an hour, while I literally moaned and groaned in agony. Once we got a bed, I had to wait another hour for anyone to even come see me - it was a nurse, who informed me I couldn't have anything until a doctor saw me. Eventually she came back and gave me an IV and some gravol at the very least, since I had literally puked everything inside of me...it looked like foam by the end, because there was nothing left. After an eternity, a doctor saw me and they gave me the pain meds. Of course, they can't be a full dose, because I'm nursing, but I would have done anything to stop the pain.
Eventually the doctor ordered a CT scan and some antibiotics. My mom and Alexys stayed with me in my curtained room the entire time, and I still nursed her while we were there. The doctor came by about 3 in the afternoon and told me the CT scan was clear (?!) and that it was a kidney infection. Okay, great. He gave me some painkillers and said I had to come for a few days for day treatment in my IV - annoying have an IV in my hand all day, but that's okay. Tuesday morning I went in for my treatment and I was fine all day Tuesday.
Tuesday night before bed the pain came back. I warned Jord, but fed Alexys and put her to bed. I tried SO hard to fight it. I figured if I could just fall asleep, I had to go in for my IV treatment early anyways. I let Jord go to bed, and then tried everything to make the pain stop - showering, tylenol, wheat bag. Nothing made it better - it wasn't like labour that a certain position eased the pain. It didn't matter how I lied. I made it till 2am, when I called Jackie (my best friend) and asked her to take me back to the ER, so that Jord could stay home with Alexys. I fed her, and off we went. It was worse this time, and they made me wait longer in the ER than the first time (odd, given that I had the IV in my hand and we knew what was wrong). Anyways, eventually I got in...and didn't see a doctor until 9am. Ridiculous, and I don't want to relive the moment, but long story short? They reassessed my CT scan, and after spending all day in the ER, around 5pm they told me I had multiple kidney stones and would need to stay overnight. Jordon had brought Alexys in the morning to nurse, and him and my mom spent the day there with me.
I spent Wednesday night in the ER, and I actually sobbed when my Mom took Alexys home. Jordon needed to work Thursday, since he took Wednesday off and was going away on Friday. Alexys had her first sleepover at Grandmas, and her first bottles of formula. Actually she had her first formula on Wednesday morning before Jord brought her to me at the hospital. It made me sick to my stomach and I worried to no end. But all is well - she took the formula no problem, and nursed after no problem again. She's back on track again and I'm thankful that it worked out.
Anyways, I was eventually released from the hospital on Thursday, after asking to go home. I had another attack on Thursday morning...and no shot of morphine helped. Nothing helped. It was horrible. I simply sat and cried, while my mom rubbed my back. I figured that even if I did have another attack, not even the drugs helped so I might as well be at home so that Alexys didn't have to stay in the gross hospital. I was never given a room (not that that surprised me), and simply stuck behind a curtain between two people hacking away. I'm surprised I haven't caught what they had.
I haven't had another attack (which I figure is when I was passing the stones) since Thursday morning...so thankfully I did ask to go home and not lay in the hospital all Thursday and Friday. Anyways, I spent the weekend at my mom's house and I'm feeling a lot better now. I still can feel that I have an infection, since it hurts a little, but I'm crossing my fingers that I'll remain "attack" free. Alexys and I plan on having a lazy week after we go to the doctor's this morning - it's our six week checkup, so we'll see just how much my little porker weighs.
kortney elise xoxo
