This week has been absolutely draining. I will be 30 weeks in 2 days and my body feels like it’s failing me! LOL Last week I wasn’t very motivated to do much and that was demonstrated in my lack of real intensity on workouts. I didn’t do anything out of the ordinary. On Friday night I was having some pain (like period cramps) pretty low on my left hip. It continued into Saturday. I had two thoughts: I haven’t drank much water- I’m probably dehydrated and maybe my hip flexor was annoyed. I even called the dr at one point because it just didn’t feel right. They were going to charge me $25 to call the on-call nurse for advice so I decided I’d try everything it could be prior to going that route. Drank tons of water and did lots of stretching. Saturday night Graham got sick and honestly I was just too busy to notice anything other than getting him well. Come Monday I noticed that I had a raised spot there by that same hip that was hurting. Thought it was odd, but really didn’t put too much thought into it until Dave mentioned that it was likely a hernia. On Tuesday I had my normal check-up at the OB and they confirmed that it definitely seemed like a hernia. UGH The dr. suggested ‘light aerobics’ and no heavy lifting, which is a total bummer. It’s right in my hip, so raising that hip up, running, squatting and anything that uses that leg and side hurts. So, that leaves me with very little. I have two main thoughts here: part of me is so frustrated and part of me knows this was likely just the result of having three kids in four years and leading an active life. I’m frustrated because I wonder if I didn’t bring this on myself.. was I going too hard in workouts, should I have scaled back, etc. The thought of not being able to do much of anything for another 10 weeks + recovery time from having the baby + surgery and recovery from that seems absolutely insane. But, I also know that my abdomen wall was already weakened from having multiple kids in a short period of time and this could have happened literally doing normal life. I also know that the results of me continuing to push through could end up being 10x worse than me just taking the time off now and resting. So, that’s what I will begrudgingly do. After I have the baby I will look into the next steps, which I assume are surgery. I did do a little research and found that it is not recommended to have the surgery until you are recovered from child-birth, 3-6 months. So, we’ll just cross that bridge when we get there.
My appointment was pretty un-eventful. I had my glucose test, which is obviously not super fun. The heartbeat was in the 130s and he said everything was on track. I’ve gained 20lbs since the beginning. I’ll get the results from the blood work back here soon and I don’t have another appointment for another 4 weeks.
Now, onto one of the most exhausting weekends. Saturday Graham seemed absolutely fine. He coughed a few times right before bed and I had gotten a letter from the school that a few kids in his class had croup. So, I suspected that with the cough that I heard. But, he was acting fine and went to bed fine. Around 11:30 pm he woke up and was breathing pretty labored. I honestly thought nothing of it because I figured he was just breathing heavy from getting sick or something. The night was pretty terrible- I think I got about 2 hours of sleep the entire night. The next morning Dave called the pediatrician and they suggested that we go to an ER or Rapid Med and explained that the normal albuterol would not help Croup. We decided to go to Rapid Med, as we’ve had good success with them in the past. The dr there tried to do an albuterol treatment, which I explained the pediatrician had already told us not to do. He also prescribed him a steroid for several days and a an antibiotic (not sure what that was for since Croup is a virus). I tried to get Graham to take the medicine but he threw the entire thing up. He didn’t keep anything down all day, so that wasn’t new- he was even throwing up liquids. His fever was pretty high so I tried giving him tylenol for that and he threw that up so we did a bath. His breathing still wasn’t better at that point so I decided to do the steam shower and while we were in the bathroom his eyes were rolling into the back of his head and I’m pretty sure he passed out. I called the pediatrician again and they said we needed to go to an ER right away. I packed him up and we went to Medical Center of Lewisville. We got there around 6 pm. They were awesome- LOTS of people helping us out as soon as we got to the room. He was given two epinephrine breathing treatments (that was all they would do before transferring him) and an oral steroid. We monitored him until around 9 and when he was still having the stridor (labored breathing) and they had done the two breathing treatments they transferred him to Medical Center of Dallas. They took him via ambulance (I thought for sure they’d let me drive him, lol) and that was NOT a fun mom moment. We got there and they did another breathing treatment and put in an IV (another experience I could live without as a mom). We got moved to our overnight room and they started him on fluids. At that point it was like 11 pm. Around 1:30 am they did another breathing treatment (making it 4 total). The night was absolutely terrible. He woke up every 20-30 minutes. I think most of that was just that he wasn’t able to get comfortable with three cords coming from three different places on his body. Every time he’d wake up he would be hysterical. It would take Dave and I both talking and walking with him to calm him down. Around 3:30 he pulled his IV out, which was probably the worst part of all. He was exhausted and mad and Dave and I were both exhausted as well and they had to clean him up and redo the IV. UGH! So, we had to hold him down again and go through the screaming and looks of ‘MOM, WHY ARE YOU LETTING THEM HURT ME?!’. I was just praying for daylight at that point- just get us to the morning. At 7:00 am he had finally worn himself out enough that he was OUT. He literally slept without moving until 10:00 am and then ate a popsicle and fell back asleep until 1:00 pm! The dr came in and said that she would release him 12 hours after the last breathing treatment if he didn’t need another. So, at 1:45 we were released and he was given 1 more dose of steroids. All he cared about on the drive home was ‘See brother’. We couldn’t get to Dawson fast enough and he ran in so excited to see him. 🙂 My parents were life savers- they kept Dawson the entire time and kept him occupied and busy. Since coming home Graham has just acted exhausted. He’s been falling asleep a good hour before his normal nap time and bed time. He’s been REALLY clingy. I haven’t gotten to set him down for more than a minute or two. Don’t get me wrong, I love the cuddles and I wouldn’t trade that. BUT, having this hip pain + being almost 30 weeks pregnant + carrying around a 25lb child is not the easiest thing LOL. Although they said we could send him back to school on Monday (as he was fever free for 24 hours) he has definitely not been ready. I think by next Monday he’ll be good. Tonight was the first night he actually has started out in his own bed. He threw a fit last night when I tried to lay him in his bed. So, it’ll be a process getting him back into good habits with that. Until now he’s really needed one of us close because he wakes up having coughing fits and needing water, someone to sit him up, etc. I’m sure he’ll end up in our bed later tonight, but it’s at least a good first step! 🙂 Dawson has been a trooper throughout the whole thing. He certainly hasn’t gotten as much attention as he’s used to but he’s been a good sport about taking care of Graham.
Needless to say, I will be thankful for a less eventful week. One with nothing new happening.