Sometimes you just have one of those days/weeks that leaves you wondering "what just happened?". That is how I felt about last week! The hubby was out to Sea and because I had a bunch of things I wanted to accomplish and I wasn't feeling the greatest my mom offered to come help me out! I am really not good at taking it easy so I figured if my mom were here to play with Aiden I could do a bunch of running around with out lifting Aiden in and out of the truck and in and out of a shopping cart! Boy was I glad she was here...
Those who know me well, know that our dog is truly part of the family! We bought Buddy when he was 11 weeks old and we were juniors in college! He was our first baby and the closest thing we had to a child for his first 8 years of life and our first 5 years of marriage. Where we go, Buddy goes! Simple as that!!! Monday morning Aiden came to tell me that Buddy was bleeding???? Sure enough he had a bunch of blood on his backside! I called the vet and took him right in. They believed it was an infected anal gland but my "fierce" husky wouldn't let them get a good look so they wanted to put him under to clean it up really good! So we scheduled it for Tuesday.
I hadn't been feeling so great for about 2 weeks. I have been having some severe pains and after my mom caught me doubled over in pain she insisted I call the doctor. I was pretty sure I knew what it was but figured "what the heck, it can't hurt to call". Of course they wanted to see me first thing SO...Tuesday I drop Aiden at school, drop Buddy at the vet, and head to the doctor! (Did I mention Hubby was gone, of course he was) Thankfully my mom was with me because my "pains" weren't just pains they were actually contractions. Like real contractions...SERIOUSLY??? I definitely thought it was stretching ligaments but I was so wrong and completely blindsided! I LOVE my doctors but she was not happy with me and she certainly did not sugar coat a thing. She talked a lot about viability of a baby at 23 weeks, 24 weeks, 25 weeks etc. Obviously, 23 weeks is not a good place to be if you expect to take your baby home. My hope is that she was just trying to scare me but I certainly didn't take it well and neither did my mom. There were a lot of tears. To be clear, I was NOT in labor but I was contracting pretty consistently which would be great at 38 weeks but not 23 weeks! My first orders were for increased fluids and moderate bed rest with a follow up in 2 days...didn't work (back to doctor)...so my next order was bed rest and drugs!!! Bed rest????? Exactly what does bed rest look like for a mommy of a 3 year old, with a hubby out to sea, and no family in the area? Trust me I asked. The response was "do you know what the survival rate of a baby born at 23 weeks looks like?" OK, I get it!!! THANK GOD for my Mom being in town! She helped take over while I attempted bed rest! If you know me well, you know that I am not the type to lay around so this was a challenge!
|He hated me for making him wear this...|
Buddy comes home that afternoon and cries for 2 days straight. I am not even lying...all day and all night...so guess who was up ALL NIGHT LONG!!! Ms. Bedrest was up and down all night long...standing in my backyard in nothing but a t-shirt...POOR BUDDY!
(sorry no pictures of me in my t-shirt at 4am)
Now, a week later, Buddy is doing great! He is healing well and letting me get some much needed rest! I am still in the same situation but we are working on it and I am confident that everything will be just fine! Aiden has been a real trooper about Mommy "taking it easy". My mom stayed with me as long as she could and did her best to keep Aiden busy. He is 3 and is used to me but certainly had a great time with Grammy and I needed the help! Thanks Mom! Leif came home and took over! If I stepped out of bed he was right there questioning my every move! Thanks to Sandy he actually had a day off but he will leave again this week until Thanksgiving :-( I spent 3 hours at the doctors today...my awesome neighbor took Aiden for me so that I could concentrate on my appointment and not entertaining a 3 year old in a room with a bunch of monitors and cords. Most importantly our baby boy is doing good. I am thankful that I got another look at our sweet boy who was...sucking his thumb!!! I am also thankful that I have home health care. When most people would be sitting in a hospital room with IV fluids and meds, I am lucky enough to be laying in my bed with my son playing next to me! The nurse comes to me once a week and I see the doctor weekly and sometimes twice a week. We, baby and I, are well taken care of! Oh...and Buddy's tumor was benign...NO CANCER!!! This week is off to a better start already :-)
ps...my belly popped :-)