Wild and Crazy...Not Really

Where have I been??  Gosh, things have been a little bit of a blur lately.  It all started with the first trimester of pregnancy.  Even though I didn't really have morning sickness, the nausea was pretty bad at times.  Then came the tiredness and my allergies for Spring.  By May, I started to feel like myself again and we began working on the nursery...more on that to come.  I even did a few other fun projects around the house and felt like a happy pregnant woman.  Then came June ~sigh~... June was not a good month. 

Do any of you remember my kidney stone I had last year?  It happened again.  This time, the pain started at work during my lunch.  I called Clint and told him I thought I had a stone.  I then called my OB.  They told me to go to the hospital.  The drive home was fun.  I thought I was going to rip the steering wheel off the pain was so bad.  I got to the ER, where I thought I was suppose to go.  I later found out the ER doctors should have taken me immediately to labor and delivery to make sure everything was ok with the baby.  Instead, the ER doctors and nurses kept me there for 8 hours with no food or water.  I had to constantly remind them I was pregnant, which I find crazy since I had a belly showing.  I was in the hospital for 3 days, on so many pain killers, and threw up more times than I could count.  The Urologists seem to think I would pass the stone, but they had no idea if I had a stone because they could not do an MRI on me.  I went home. 

For a week and a half, I felt great.  No pain at all.  The following week, the pain started on my drive to work.  After 3 hours, I could barely stand it.  Back to the hospital I went.  This time, I went to labor and delivery, which took me in right away.  I was admitted again, this time for two days. 

There is one thing I should explain about kidney stones.  One minute, you can be in the worst pain ever, and the next, you are fine.  It all matters if the stone is moving.  In my case, when the Urologists visited me, I was in no pain.  This time, the Urologist told me I was having "pregnancy pains", and I should have taken a vicodin to help with the pain.  Would have saved me a trip to the hospital.  I was fuming and it took everything in me to not take out my IV and stab him in the eye!  I knew the pain I was having and knew vicodin was not going to do anything, but make me puke.  They sent me home with lots of vicoden.

Three days later, the pain came back.  Luckily I was at home.  It was a Sunday.  I kept saying to myself, it will go away.  Twelve hours later, it didn't go away.  I had Clint up all night with me as I cried and kept saying I did not want to go back to the hospital.  I took vicodin...it did nothing.  Clint finally convinced me to go.  As I waited, I heard one of the nurses say, "She will probably pass it", but I was so exhausted and out of it from the pain meds to even scream back a nasty remark.  They kept asking me on a scale of one to ten, how bad was the pain.  I kept saying, "Ten!".  I even think one nurse did not believe me.  She said, "Now you know, a ten is suppose to be the worst pain imaginable".  I started to think, what is with these people??  Do they think I am making it up?  Do they think I LOVE coming to the hospital three times in awful pain? 

That day, the same Urologist, that I wanted to murder, came in.  This time I was in awful pain when he saw me.  No pain meds were taking away the pain at all.  He said, since this was my third visit, he felt a procedure needed to be done to see if there is a stone.  Off I went to the procedure right away.  Instead of putting me out, they decided to give me something similar to an epidural, where I was numb from the waist down and awake the whole time.  After a half hour, the doctor came up to me and showed me a picture of what looked like a tooth.  It was my stone.  A whooping 1 CM!  For those that do not know, 1 cm is about the size of a pea...maybe even bigger.  There was no way I was going to pass that thing on my own, considering the size of the tube it had to go through.  I right away pointed my finger at that doctor and said, "SEE!  I told you I had a giant stone!"  He laughed and apologized.  He was lucky at this time I could smile, as well.   On June 29th, my 31st birthday, I was home and so happy it was all over. 

Since I missed over 10 days of work, I was pretty swamped and have finally caught back up.  I would say I am ready to deliver with no fears of pain.  Anyone I talked to at the hospital said their kidney stone pain was way worst than giving birth.  So, labor, I am ready for you!

All in all, I have been wonderful lately!  I am ready to jump back into the world of blogging and hope to catch up with all my blog buddies!