I hesitate to say I'm better....

It seems that every time I say I'm better or "on the mend," I get slammed with something else. After my first bout of UTI and the subsequent panic attacks and "stomach bug," I seemed to be good for about a week. Then last week, on Tuesday, I woke up and felt like the UTI was coming back. I quickly took pyridium (the stuff that turns your pee orange and is a freaking Godsend when you have a UTI). Stupidly, I took the pyridium before eating breakfast and as I brushed my teeth, out it came. So I finished getting ready and left for work.

My drive to work is only about 20 minutes on a good day, but that day it was raining so it took me more like 45. About halfway to work, I started having horrible back pain. It was excruciating. I was literally in tears and whimpering and moaning while trying to drive safely through the pouring rain. I was closer to work than home, and closer to doctors at work, so I continued there. As soon as I got to the office I called the doctor, and of course had to wait for a call back. Lunchtime rolls around and still no call. I'm still in pain at this point and sitting in odd positions trying to somehow double over backwards to try and ease the pain. After lunch I decided to call back because I just needed to know if they wanted me to come in, or if I could drive home and die comfortably in my bed rather than in my uncomfy office chair. They put a doctor on the phone and he said it sounded like the infection was coming back, so put me back on the meds I had taken before.

I went home and waited for my hubby to pick up the meds on his way home. As soon as he got home, I ate a late lunch/early dinner and took the first dose. Guess what happened next? Within hours I was panicking again for no reason. Then by about 2am I had that "stomach bug" back. Turns out I can't tolerate that medicine. I had to call and bug the nice ladies at the doctor's office again in the morning. This time they had me come in, pee in a cup and put me on a different medication, which was the only other thing they could give me, but which I *might* be allergic to. That was Wednesday. I seemed to improve over the next couple days, though I wasn't able to go back to work, thanks to that first drug's "stomach bug" effects.

By Friday night I was feeling pretty good. I laid down to sleep and woke up an hour later to pee and eat, which is not surprising since I've done that throughout the night for weeks now. I peed, ate, sat on the couch for a little bit since the eating woke me up some, then went to pee again. That's when I noticed it. Slightly orange pee. I had to think back to remember when I took the last pyridium, which happened to be Wednesday night. Hmmm. Ok, maybe just a fluke. Don't freak out. Waiting a little while longer, felt like I had to pee again, so I went back to the bathroom. This time it was deeper orange and you could see the blood swirling around in it. CRAP!

I called the on call doctor and told her what was going on. She suggested I come to labor and delivery right away and be checked out since it sounded like I had a kidney infection. So off I went with a groggy hubby on our first L&D trip. After hours of laying there freaking out that my kidneys would suddenly shut down and/or I would develop septicemia, the best the doctor could figure out was that I may have had a kidney stone. Then she went home and left me to finish my IV fluids and have a renal ultrasound done. By this time it was around 7am. By 9am, the results from the ultrasound were back and a different doctor was on call. He came in and checked me over and decided that it was most likely a kidney stone that I had already passed that tore me up inside, causing the bleeding. To be safe, and to keep me from going home and having to come back, he admitted me to the high risk OB unit for the night to get one round of very strong antibiotics and 3 more bags of IV fluids.

What a mother's day weekend. Not only was I terrified and in pain, I also missed a friend's wedding and spending mother's day with my mom. But wait! The saga continues...and I will update again once I have results from my latest episode. Hopefully I will get to talk to the doctor today, but if not it may have to wait until Monday. Still, I think I've given you plenty to read!

My Little Kickers

Sorry It's Been So Long!

It's been a rough few weeks. First I was just tired and nauseous all the time. Then...hell week. I got a UTI, then a migraine, then massive panic attacks and then to top the week off, a horrible stomach bug that didn't allow me to hold food or medicine down. Thankfully, plain liquids stayed so I didn't get dehydrated. I'm much better now and staring at the 2nd trimester!

We had another ultrasound today. The babies are doing wonderfully! Hopefully my dearest will remember to scan the pictures in so I can show you. Baby A measures 12 weeks 1 day and has a heartbeat of 161. Baby B measures 12 weeks exactly and has a heartbeat of 156. Baby A was napping at first. Baby B was standing on its head and moving all around. B must have realize it was having pictures taken, and decided to wake A up - by kicking A in the head. A woke up and when it finally got turned around right, returned the kick to B's head. They are so adorable!

I'll try to get pictures up soon!!!!