By the time I got back to my car to go home, I was in pretty serious pain. Shockwaves would go from my shoulder down my side making my arm tingle and feel numb and also cause intense spasms every time I would take a breath. At one point there was an ambulance behind me, no lights flashing or anything, and I considered (half joking with myself) pulling over and seeing if they could figure out what was wrong. But I made it home only to realize how much pain I was really in. I made it into the house and kind of burst into tears trying to explain to Tom what was wrong. I could barely even say hi to Tera who was now kind of freaked out by me. He got me to lay on the floor and I had him call my chiropractor, who was gone for the day, in hopes of getting some sort of advice, but no luck.
After a few more minutes of agony and realizing that the pain was moving into my chest and literally making my heart hurt, I agreed to going to the ER.
This was one of those times that I was reminded of the fact that we have amazing friends. Tom called our friends (and the parents of one of Tera's BFF's) and asked them if we could drop Tera off with them and without hesitation they took her.
From there it was basically four hours of testing to rule out anything more sinister, like a blood clot or heart situation, and a lot of me waiting in an uncomfortable bed, writhing in pain until the tests came back that I wasn't pregnant and they could prescribe something for me (unfortunately it was nothing more than an anti-inflammatory). So several blood tests, a urine test, a chest x-ray, a CT scan, and an EKG later, nothing more is wrong with me than the pinched nerve I initially assumed it was.
But what was going through my mind during all of this was, one, I couldn't see my girl. I had seen her for only a few minutes when I came home and she was so confused and upset by what was going on with me that when Tom left for a minute to pull out the car, she burst into tears just looking at me. And, to make matters worse, I couldn't put her to bed myself. I was stuck in a stupid hospital room and in pain, instead of rocking her to sleep like I do almost every other night in her own room. Was I worried about her? Absolutely not. We have some truly wonderful friends that Tera is very comfortable with and she was more than fine with them. It was the fact that I was missing out on our routine (on the plus side, Tera did get to have her first sleepover with a friend, though not under the most ideal circumstances)
|Only a couple days old with a feeding tube, heart monitors, an IV,|
and pulse/oxygen monitor
|Tera with pneumonia in both lungs and probably 20 or so hours into her 24 hour hospital stay|