Yes, as much as being sent to the ER and admitted to the hospital was horrible. Monday, 8/22/11, was by far the WORST day of my life…EVER!
I started the day sad because it was Bailey’s 2-week check up and I wasn’t able to go. I went to ALL of Tucker’s Dr.’s appointments, and loved every minute of them. However, it did make me glad to know that David would be there with her. David was still nervous for me to be alone, and I was a little uneasy about it as well. So, Terri Fletcher came to keep me company and sit with me so I wasn’t lonely. She was so sweet and definitely had my health in mind. I didn’t realize how hard it was for me to talk and breath still, but Terri was so good and literally told me that she was not going to talk to me because she needed me to get some rest. It sounds harsh, but it was exactly what I needed. Shortly after Terri got there, my OB, Dr. Bowen, came to check on me. Let me just throw in here how much I love Dr. Bowen, seriously such an amazing man! Anyway, he came in and was asking me how I was feeling and what was happening. Towards the end of the conversation, I asked him if I would be able to have any more children. He told me right away, “No.” Then he explained that I would be a high risk pregnancy if I did, the chance of clots was much greater, and that it would just not be a good idea. With the amount of clots that I had, it was almost a guarantee that I would get them again. When he said it, it didn’t really set in right away. I remember Terri looking at me as I said it, and it was so sweet because I knew she was concerned with how I took the news. I just remember that shortly after that, I started to have a lot of pain again so I pushed the button for my pain medicine and fell asleep shortly after.
The next little bit I don’t remember exactly, and neither does David. But, here is the gist of what happened. David’s parents were visiting with us and brought Tucker in so I could see him. While they were there, I broke down and told David that Dr. Bowen said we can’t have any more children and I was very sad. I didn’t say it loudly, I just whispered it into David’s ear and then cried into his shoulder for a few minutes. He knew that I was needing to rest so he walked his Mom and Tucker out to the car. His Dad hung around so that he could help David give me a blessing. While David was out to the car, the nurse came in to check my temperature and everything else. My fever had spiked to 106*. I can remember not feeling very well and nurses rushing into the room. They stripped my blankets from me and left me with a sheet, turned the fan right on me and started pumping me with all sorts of antibiotics. The only thing I really remember from the rest of that night was my nurse telling me that if my fever didn’t go down, then I would have to be moved up to the ICU and my baby and husband wouldn’t be able to stay with me. I think at that point my body shut down anything that wasn’t necessary and focused on getting my fever down, because I’m pretty sure I slept most of the rest of the evening.
So yes, as much as I would like to say being admitted was the worst day of my life, it wasn’t. My dream had always been to have at least 3, if not 4 children. So the day that I was told that I can’t have any more children… Worst. Day. Ever!
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