Guess what I did this week.

So guess what I did earlier this week-------had my appendix removed. Awesome.

Saturday I had some cramping pains but honestly I thought they were menstrual pains. Then Sunday night, around the time of the Super Bowl, I began to have sharp constant stomach pain. Then the pain began to wrap around to my back and I began to feel very nauseated. I decided to just lay down in my bed and when I went to stand up I realized I couldn't stand up all the way-- I was a little hunchback. Once I made it to bed I knew I wouldn't be able to get up again and of course that is when Thomas noticed me and began to cry. I just stayed in bed because I knew, no matter how pitiful the face and cry, I wouldn't be able to get out of bed and if I did lifting him would result in both of us being injured some how. Luckily, Pete came home about 5-10 minutes later and asked if he should get Thomas. By then I had the chills something horrible. I wrapped the down comforter all the way around me but nothing. I decided to hunchback walk myself to the shower so I could warm up. Pete came in with tylenol and advil because he thought I had a fever, which I hadn't thought about--haha. In the warmth of the shower I was able to start thinking a bit more clearly and noticed the pain was focused on my right side, and I remembered your appendix was on the right side, so I had Pete check what the other symptoms were. As he read them off I was like √ √√, but I didn't want to go in case it was just gas. I mean how embarrassing would it be to go to the ER, have the doctor press on your stomach, fart, and then have them say that will be 1,000 you can go home now. Plus, the money thing was another reason not to go. We don't have any!!!!! Our insurance sucks!!!!! We are moving to a new country in a month or two ,how will we get and pay the bills???? I told Pete we should wait ,and he wondered just what I was going to wait for. Good point but still. He called his mom and she had him do a few things on me to test it out and the results were that I should probably go to the ER now. Let me tell you that it was almost midnight at this point. He loaded up the boys and off we went.

 The nurses did the preliminary stuff, but it was going to be a bit before the doctor got there, and we wouldn't know anything until then and probably wouldn't even then because he would probably have me sent off for a CT scan. Pete wanted to stay I know he did, but by 1am and no sign of the doctor I sent them home. So basically skip ahead to 3:30am it was confirmed I had a very angry and irritated appendix that had to come out that day. I got moved upstairs and admitted as a patient, was given morphine, and only got a couple hours sleep because really, who can sleep in a hospital? My surgery was at noon, and I told Pete to just stay home with the boys because there was no point in him 1. being at the hospital just waiting when he could be hanging out with the boys and 2. if he was going to hang out with the boys do it at home and not the hospital where they would go crazy.

 I guess everything got delayed some, even my waking up from anesthesia, I was informed I was a light weight and that it took me awhile to come to. Pete and the boys had been waiting for me for about an hour, but even when I was back in my room he wasn't informed until I sent him a text. (It is hard to navigate hospital time when you have a family.) The visit was short since they had already been there awhile and Thomas very angry that he was being forced to drink formula from a bottle when he is 100% breastfed. So I just hung out in my room, watched E!, drifted in and out sleep, begged to be allowed to drink Coke even though it isn't technically a clear fluid, pumped some milk, took my iv machine on a walk down the hall, got dizzy, had some morphine, took another walk, failed at urinating, then finally success, promised them I was not nauseated but was in fact very hungry since it had been over 24 hours since I had dinner on Sunday, was allowed to eat oatmeal, and settled into a night of watching the Bachelor. The pain level was still pretty high with morphine but once I got my pills I could go longer without complaining.

There was a general consensus among the nurses and aides, well probably unanimous consensus, that having 3 kids as close in age as mine was something none of them would ever do. It was something I heard so often I that wished I had some snide remark to make about them. Let me just say 1. yes, I do know how babies are made  2. yes, we understand what you need to do if you don't want to have kids 3. it isn't your place to tell us what not to do on valentine's day 4. yes, three kids is a lot of work, 5. yes, it can be crazy and 6. I am not asking you to have three kids or to take my three kids so please shut up about it because I love and like my three kids.

So that is pretty much it. The next day in the hospital I just hung out waiting to finish my antibiotics so I could go home. I was allowed to eat real food, but my eyes were far bigger than my stomach. I took my ever faithful IV machine on a couple walks to the end of the hall, I caught up with the Kardashians, and read some of the US magazine Pete had given me.

When I got home there were I Love Mommy pictures on front door, which was super cute. I heard that the boys were great for Pete. I am also very grateful to have such an awesome husband.