Wow, did all that I went through, really just happen?
Looking back now, I am doing ok, but when I was going through it all, it was miserable. Let me fill you in.
Jan. 22 ~ I went to see my pullmonary specialist about my throat. He wanted to schedule a CT scan for the following Thursday and then determine the next course of action for my throat.
Jan. 23 ~ I took a pregnancy test because I was late. I knew I had to make sure I wasn’t pregnant before I took the CT scan. Surprise, surprise, I’m pregnant. #3 is on the way.
Jan. 28 ~ I went to a homeopathic Dr. who thinks I might be allergic to milk and wheat. He has suggested that I ellminate: dairy, wheat, oats, peanuts, and processed meats. He believes this will help me lose weight and stop the growth of the tissue in my throat.
Jan. 31 ~ Trevor stays home because he isn’t feeling well. He sleeps all day.
Feb. 2 ~ Thomas has a fever. Clara has a runny nose. We stay home from church the following day.
Feb. 4 ~ I’m sick. I start coughing and can’t catch my breath. We drop the sick kids off at our friend’s the Imes and take me to Urgent Care. They send me in an ambulance to ER. I have a virus. ER sends me home because I have a bronchoscopy scheduled for the following day. I sleep in the kids’ room with where the humidifier is. All of us are up throughout the night.
Feb. 5 ~ Bronchoscopy goes well. PreOp scheduled for the following day. Surgery scheduled for FEb. 11. I’m spotting. Kids are sick. We take them to their Dr. She says they are handling the sickness well. Keep them hydrated. I call my Dr. to get a referral to an OBGYN about my spotting. Her secretary tells me to go to Urgent Care. We stop at the one in Port Orchard, and they tell me to go to ER. I decide to skip the hassel and go home. The kids aren’t feeling well, and I’m exhausted. My fever spikes to 106 around 5pm. We get it down to 101 by 7pm.
Feb. 6 ~ PreOp was just a chat with the anesthesiologist. We go to the Urgent Care in Gig Harbor and explain that I have probably miscarried. I need to confirm this because of my surgery on Mon. They are much more understanding. They get me into an OBGYN who does an ultrasound.
Feb. 7 ~ Trevor returns to work. My morning body temp is 97.6 meaning that I am no longer incubating an egg. I have an apt. with an OBGYN. He confirms that I have most likely miscarried, schedules blood draws for today and the next day. I just want to go home and heal. I don’t want to be poked.
Feb. 11 ~ I fast all day and go in at 11am for surgery. I wait forever and finally go in for surgery at 2pm. Surgery goes well but recovery takes forever. The hospital is understaffed and it takes forever to get me out. I finally make it home around 7pm.
Feb. 12 ~ I go to the Y to let Thomas play and get some exercise. Walking around the track is easy with an open airway.
Feb. 19 ~ I go in for a PH study (acid reflux). They said this was going to be easy. It was not. The first part involves putting a tube through my nose down the back of my throat into my stomach. Then the RN measures my muscle strength as I swollow liquid and jelly. He does this and different positions throughout my throat. This tube is not small and this is not pleasant. Once this part is done, he removes the tube and puts another tube in. This tube is 3x smaller, but it stays in all day and night attached to a computer that I get to wear. I have to eat one full meal and record when I cough or lie down by pressing buttons. This is not a pleasant experience. I am miserable. I am constantly trying to ignore the unpleasant feeling and the awkwardness of the tube and computer. The kiddos are fortunately understanding and helpful.
Feb. 20 ~ I arrive at the PH study office when they open so I can have the tube removed asap. I don’t think that I refluxed during the test. I am still waiting for results.
Feb. 22 ~ I go to my homeopathic doctor again. Now that I am no longer pregnant, he is able to give me an herbal remedy to help reduce the build up of mucous in my system. He is encouraged by the look of my skin and believes that the change in diet is doing good.
Today Feb. 24 ~ The sun is shining, church was encouraging, the kids are good. We work in the garden and all is well. Looking back on it all, I know that God was/is there. He never left my side. He hurt with me when I lost the baby and He welcomed the little one with open arms. One day I will get to meet him/her. Life goes on and I have two little blessings already in my care. God is good. He didn’t promise life would be easy. He promised He would be there. For that I am thankful.