What a horribly long and difficult this past week has been. This past Tuesday, January 29th, I woke up with a fever of 102.4°. Since I was 2 weeks post-op, I called my surgeon but he was in surgery. I called my primary doctor and he couldn’t see me either. So, off to the emergency room I went. My white blood count came back very high and my heart rate was 125. They discovered I had a urinary tract infection but didn’t believe that was the sole cause of my high white blood count – so they admitted me. That night and the next day my white count continued to rise and my temperature climbed to 102.7°. Since my heart rate was staying high as well, they moved me to PCU (progressive care unit) which is a step down from the ICU. It was at this point that the doctor told John “she is a very sick young lady and I’m very worried about her”. Just what a husband wants to hear! Turns out I did have a bad UTI that we know went past the bladder but don’t know if it invaded my kidneys. I won’t go into the gory and personal details but suffice it to say I had bladder problems that kept me in the hospital until 2 pm this afternoon.
The boys have been incredibly understanding and were so sweet whenever they would visit the hospital. They wanted to know all about mommy’s arm medicine (I.V.), if the doctor was making mommy feel better, etc. One evening when the boys were leaving they ran into my nurse in the hallway. They talked for a minute and then Carter asked what she was carrying. She told him a diaper and he asked if it was for his mommy. She said it wasn’t but I don’t think he was convinced because he went on about how he wore a diaper, Nathan wore a diaper, and Andrew wore a diaper but that mommy didn’t wear a diaper! The nurse said she was in stitches! On another occasion, I was talking to Nathan on the phone and he said that he had to come to the hospital and kiss me so I would feel better! They are just the sweetest little boys! They spent all afternoon hugging me, kissing me, and telling me how much they missed me!
I want to personally and publicly thank everyone that pitched in to help while I was in the hospital. I don’t think we (especially John) could have made it without your help and support. Some cooked dinner, some showed up on the drop of a hat, some opened their homes and some drove miles and miles to come to our house. I don’t know what we would do without such wonderful friends. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts!!!