Dr. Pain

I have been in the hospital a total of 5 times:

1- when I was born
2- when Lexi was born
3- when Jordan tried to come early
4- when Jordan was born
5- last night

I am one of those silly people that only go to the doctor if I am on my death bed, so you can only imagine what it would take to get me to go to the emergency room at midnight. Apparently, a tiny (4mm) kidney stone will do the trick. The pain had gradually been building all weekend. I seemed to be able to manage with a couple of Tylenol though. That was until 10:30 last night. I kept waiting for the Tylenol to kick in, but no such luck. I also tried toughing it out until morning. There is a reason that most people compare this pain to giving birth. However, I would rather give birth because something wonderful results from the pain. It is also easier to have a positive attitude about babies.

So, our fun night started with me waking Steve up to tell him I couldn't handle the pain anymore. I struggled to put Jordan in his carseat and gather a few things, while Steve grabbed Lexi out of bed. Steve rushed there and dropped me off at the door. I walked in thinking that I was glad they had all my information and hoping the paperwork would be quick. Unfortunately, the computers were down. Steve parked and brought the kids in. After suffering in the waiting room for a half hour, the triage nurse talked to me and took blood then arranged a room for me. I was also given a CT scan. We sat around for a long time. I nursed Jordan and waited for strong pain medication.

In the end (3am), they just gave me a prescription and sent me on my way knowing full well that I was in lots of pain. Couldn't they have slipped me one pill? We had to find 24 hour pharmacy & wait for the pharmacist to do her magic all while dragging two little ones around. I decided it would be easier to lay down in the parking lot & have Steve run me over with his truck, but he refused.

All the fun bubbled over into today. I have had very little sleep, have taken pills that make me drowsy, have a cranky toddler, have a very unhappy baby that does not want to drink formula while I am drugged, and on top of that I have to spend the next few days trying to get this stone out of me. Yippee! The truck idea is sounding really good.