What a weekend it has been. I went to bed on Thursday night counting down the hours until my boys and I would be with McDaddy.
At 5:20 am, I was awakened by Stevie who was screaming from the potty that his sides were hurting. He had a fever of 100.9. I gave him tylenol and he went back to sleep. At 9am, I called his Doctor to get him an appointment so we could be sure it was safe to leave the country.
I tried booting up my laptop so that I could let McDaddy know what was going on and it was DEAD. Just great! (The Peek saves the day again!)
We headed to the Pediatrician for blood work, a chest x-ray (because his sides were hurting they were concerned about appendicitis). All of that checked out and as the day wore on, I felt worse. I was sure it was nerves. We left the house around 2pm bound for DC. We stopped around 5:30 for dinner and I could not stand the smell of the food in the restaurant. I was feeling worse by the minute. We pulled over several times en route on the side of the road for me to throw up.
Upon arriving in DC, my dad and the my boys went father-in-law’s apartment. My FIL drove me to a hospital in Alexandria, VA. The wait was 3 hours and the place was packed. I decided to go home and get some rest hopeful I would feel fine in the morning. I ate nothing all that day and threw up what little bit I was able to drink.
The next morning, (1:45am) I woke up and felt fine. We had to be at the airport by 4am and I wanted to give myself plenty of time to make sure I felt well enough to go. I took a shower, put on my make-up and got a glass of water. Within seconds of drinking the water, I threw it up. I knew then it would not be wise for me to get on the plane. I prayed that God would help me know I was making the right decision and went back to bed.
I was heartsick but was not confident I could take care of the boys on our seven hour trip. Both of them cried when I told them we could not go. It broke my heart. Physically, though I was sure I was making the right choice as hard as it was.
We headed home around 9am. By 10am, I was doubled over in the front seat of the van. My dad pulled into a mulch shop to get directions to the nearest hospital. As God was watching out for us, we were 4 miles from the Frederick Maryland Medical Center. I was there for about three hours and was diagnosed with either the stomach flu or a severe reaction to an antibiotic I was taking for a swollen gum. (That’s a whole nother story.) For about three weeks I had a sore place on my gums. I thought I had cut my gums while flossing, but after three weeks it was still swollen. As it turns out, I had something lodged in there (straight-up nasty) and on top of that I had an infection. I was put on 875 mg twice a day because apparently an infection in your mouth is dangerous. The ER Doc said that 1 in 3000 people get a reaction to an antibiotic that causes sever abdominal pain and vomiting.
Guess who the one was?
I am home now and feel much better albeit very tired. I have slept most of the day.
In everything though, I am thankful. I am thankful I was not alone with the boys on the trip. I am thankful I was not the Code blue in the ER (the young girl passed away), I was thankful that I was able to be released. I am thankful I had the good sense to stay off of the plane. I am thankful that Stevie has a computer in his room which I can use until I get a new laptop or until mine can be resurrected.
Thank you all for your prayers and concern. And in the words of Paul Harvey, now you know the rest of the story.
“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” Romans 8:28
Much love to each of you!