... and twenty other reasons I'm grateful Liam is still in my tummy
Saturday night I woke up about 5 minutes after going to bed with a dull ache in my right side. I tossed and turned but the pain got worse-- no position was comfortable! I got out of bed and tried to walk it off. I thought maybe I had a bruise or something. No. I tried the recliner, thinking maybe it was OHSS residual pain, but no. The pain got worse; it stretched up to my shoulder, around to my chest, and down to my hip.
I went out to the living room, hoping it was gas and walking around would help. The pain got worse. Then I started to freak out, fearing this was pre-term labor and that I was going to lose the baby. I got pretty sure this was what was going on. I called my doctor on call and they said to go to the ER-- had it been two days later I'd be 20 weeks and could go to Labor & Delivery! But no.
The drive down was agonizing. I was in so much pain-- and was so afraid this was "it". I prayed to Jesus, God, and the Blessed Mother that they'd watch over my baby (Liam must be Catholic).
Then we got to the ER, and by the time I sat in the waiting room, the pain was gone. It was so weird! And Liam was squirmmmmmming! So I knew my baby boy was okay. So what was it?
We had to wait a couple hours to see a doctor and he knew right away what it was: my gall bladder! He gave us a prescription for Tylenol w/ Codeine & Reglan. And off we left!!
This morning I woke up with another attack and it was AWFUL. We hadn't filled the prescription last night (leaving the ER at 3:30am) so I just had to bear it. I was crying and made Matt hold my hand at one point... :(
Dear God, thank you for blessing my baby and keeping him safe.
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