Ever have one of those days when you say to yourself, "Really? Is this really happening to me, today of all days, right now of all times??" Well we had one of those days today. Actually, looking back on it, it's quite funny to tell the truth.
Today we were all pumped and ready to get out of town and head to San Diego to taste the sweet Cali sun and celebrate at my brother Joe's wedding. I had a fairly normal night (as far as nights with nursing babies go) and only noticed a very minor oddity in how I felt as I went back to sleep around 2:30 am. I had to pee. I know you're going, "Why would that be odd? Hello!! Everybody has to pee in the middle of the night sometimes!" But you see I had just gone to the bathroom before having the feeling again. I didn't think too much of it except that it was a little weird.
I go back to sleep (sort of) for the next hour and my alarm goes off at 3:45 am. I get up and get ready to go to the airport and notice I still have that feeling. So I try and.....nothing. I think, "Huh, that's weird." I ask Nate what he thinks of it and he tells me it's a sign of an infection sometimes. My "oh-that's-not-it-because-we're-going-on-vacation" self completely denies that possibility so I continue to pack and get ready to go.
After getting in the back of the car with the kids and heading on our way (with Valerie - Nate's mom - so she can drive our car back home), I start getting an annoying pain in my lower left back. The onset was almost instantaneous and the pain wasn't going away no matter how I shifted. I said something about it out loud and Valerie says that dreaded word that Nate spoke earlier, "infection." No, no, no!! It can't be! I'm supposed to be going on vacation, not getting sick! I'm determined to get there come hell or high water. So we continue on as if nothing is happening.
As soon as we get to the airport, our next challenge presents itself. Emma starts gagging and throws up. I helped to wipe her up and gave her some food as I think she was just very hungry and it was early in the morning. So here's me with a stabbing pain in my back and Emma puking. We hadn't even gotten out of the car to get checked in and Nate goes, "Okay, I give up." But I wasn't about to give up! We get out, get bags and car seats checked and head towards the security line. By this point my pain had definitely escalated. Well we get through security fairly quickly but we notice Carter's wet diaper had leaked and he was wet, Emma was sopping wet from her diaper leaking and her throw up, she's covered in melted chocolate from the granola bar she only half-way ate, and I'm hurting so bad I'm sweating and pacing and cringing with pain. But did that stop us? Of course not!! We headed down the stairs to the train to get to the terminal. The crowd was huge. Needless to say we did not make it on that first train. This kills me because it really hot down there, I feel like throwing up and need to pee, and there were no restrooms in sight. I had to suck it up and wait. We waited for what seemed like forever and finally the next train came. We get in and others get on. The doors began to close and what happens? More people rush onto the train, stopping the doors from closely, and ultimately jamming the doors. Really??? I'm in pain here people!! Get the stupid train going!! After they hand-closed and checked all of the doors, we finally got going. Once we get to the terminal, I book it to the bathroom and puke. That eased my nausea but the pain was still as stabbing as ever. I then finally change Emma and Nate gets Carter changed. That was when I went up to talk to the gate people to see if there were paramedics or nurses they could call to help me. By this point I'm doubled over in pain, about to cry, and feeling worse than I've ever felt before. I hadn't been in that much pain since giving birth. The lady calls the paramedics and I wait for them to show up. People around me are definitely staring and one nice old lady offered to help saying I looked like I was in a lot of pain. I really thought I would faint from the pain.
When the medics got there they put in a wheelchair and sat me in full view of everyone and began to question me. Not sure why they did that, but they finally realized it wasn't very private (after the whole world knew about how I needed to pee but I couldn't...lol) and moved me. I'm now calling out in pain and knew I was making a scene. But I did not care. They did tests and got me on a gurney and put me in the ambulance. Unfortunately, Nate and the kids could not ride with me so I had to leave them. I felt so bad for Nate and especially for Carter since he only got a chance to eat for couple of minutes before they took me away. Talk about a worried mom!! Well after a very painful ride to the hospital, lots of questions, tests, and an IV, I finally got the good stuff....morphine. That stuff was heaven for me! I was finally able to relax. Then I got the cat scan and diagnosis....kidney stone. That baby was apparently 5.9 mm, as compared with an average size of 5 mm. The doctor said if it doesn't pass by Monday, I'll have to go in and get it broken up. We shall see! I certainly hope not! But ultimately I was feeling tons better and was completely shocked by the crazy morning I had!
Now you may be wondering, "Are you still going to go to San Diego?" The answer is yes, we are going!! We changed our flight time (which we almost had to pay an extra $400 to do, but got out it thankfully) and are about to head out again for our next try at leaving. Hopefully this try goes a ton better than the last one!
