Well things have gotten interesting, we may have chosen a name for the boy, which is good because we were worried that we were going to have to call him Ekim (mike backwards and our little joke). Unfortunately we have decided not to tell anyone until he is born, so who knows the name might change. The baby's room is empty now and awaiting a crib and dresser ( I had to pick the only set that wasn't instock, so I'm hoping the store gets more). I registered at Babies R Us with everything that we are going to need. I'm so excited about the stroller, I know crazy right? this is what I get excited about these days. The baby's kicks keep getting stronger, Mike saw one the other day from the other side of the couch, just look at my belly when I'm eating, you are sure to see it move. So that's the good news, baby is good and everything is starting to come together.
Bad news is I'm not doing the greatest, well I wasn't last week and am recovering. Two weeks ago I was having back pain, nothing to be concerned about when you are pregnant. Then the back pain went away and I started to have pain in my tailbone on Friday, again could have been nothing to worry about when you are pregnant. Except with each day the pain was getting worse and turing into pressure and where the pressure was I could feel a lump that was getting bigger and bigger. When it got so bad that I was brought to tears just by sitting down Mike said that's it you need to go to the hospital. So last Monday morning I went to the emergency room just to get a doctors opinion. The triage nurse laughed at me and told me "that's pregnancy, I couldn't sit the whole second half of my pregnancy" so I felt a little stupid for going to the ER for pregnancy pain but told her the lump was concerning and I just wanted to get it checked out. So I waited only for about twenty minutes and was in with the doctor, 7 am on Monday morning is a good time (if there is any) to go the ER. I explained everything to the doctor and he checked my tailbone out, which was the most pain I had had yet. The doctor walked over to the other side of the room and said "ya, that's not normal", my heart sank. He explained to me that I had a Pilonidal Infection and that I needed to take antibiotics (baby safe) but there was only a 50/50 chance that the infection would go away. If not the infection would turn into a Abscess and I would have to come in for Surgery in three to five days. So in the morning of the second day of taking the Antibiotics, Tuesday, I started to feel better but then the afternoon came and I could hardly move and once again Mike said your going to the hospital again tomorrow. That night was the worst, I had to have four showers, hot water was the only thing that gave me any relief, I gave in a finally took Tylenol and hardly slept. We were at the hospital by 10am on Wednesday and I was booked to have the surgery. The surgery meant I would have to be knocked out for five minutes, Mike and I were hesitant and Mike said flat out to the doctor "if this was your wife would you want her to be knocked out and have this surgery", the doctor reassured us and I said "do it, please get rid of this pressure". So I was hooked up to an IV and laid on a gurney until they came in to do the surgery at 1pm. There were at least six doctors/ nurses in the room with me and they say it took me awhile to go to sleep but it felt like ten seconds to me. When I woke up there was only one nurse there are she said everything went great and I had thanked them all for coming to my house when I came out of it, I knew I would say something stupid. I was still in a lot of pain and a little drowsy but was hopeful that it would get better. The worst part at this point was was hips were killing me, I had to keep switching sides to lay on but would have to lift my self up because I couldn't lay on back. My blood pressure was down so I had to stay until my IV was done, I was allowed to go home at 4.
I have been home ever since and the hospital has set up for a nurse to come to my house once everyday to change packing and dressings (sorry tmi), I might been home from work for another two weeks but hopefully will be back to normal earlier than that. Having to rest and do nothing for most of the day can get pretty boring but the more I do it the faster I will heal and I am in a much better mood now, the first couple of days after my surgery got me really down. I think that my pregnancy hormones got the best of me, I hated the way I felt, I'm not a sad person and I felt extremely sad but being able to move around a lot more and to be able to sit even if only for short periods of time makes me feel a lot better.
Bad news is I'm not doing the greatest, well I wasn't last week and am recovering. Two weeks ago I was having back pain, nothing to be concerned about when you are pregnant. Then the back pain went away and I started to have pain in my tailbone on Friday, again could have been nothing to worry about when you are pregnant. Except with each day the pain was getting worse and turing into pressure and where the pressure was I could feel a lump that was getting bigger and bigger. When it got so bad that I was brought to tears just by sitting down Mike said that's it you need to go to the hospital. So last Monday morning I went to the emergency room just to get a doctors opinion. The triage nurse laughed at me and told me "that's pregnancy, I couldn't sit the whole second half of my pregnancy" so I felt a little stupid for going to the ER for pregnancy pain but told her the lump was concerning and I just wanted to get it checked out. So I waited only for about twenty minutes and was in with the doctor, 7 am on Monday morning is a good time (if there is any) to go the ER. I explained everything to the doctor and he checked my tailbone out, which was the most pain I had had yet. The doctor walked over to the other side of the room and said "ya, that's not normal", my heart sank. He explained to me that I had a Pilonidal Infection and that I needed to take antibiotics (baby safe) but there was only a 50/50 chance that the infection would go away. If not the infection would turn into a Abscess and I would have to come in for Surgery in three to five days. So in the morning of the second day of taking the Antibiotics, Tuesday, I started to feel better but then the afternoon came and I could hardly move and once again Mike said your going to the hospital again tomorrow. That night was the worst, I had to have four showers, hot water was the only thing that gave me any relief, I gave in a finally took Tylenol and hardly slept. We were at the hospital by 10am on Wednesday and I was booked to have the surgery. The surgery meant I would have to be knocked out for five minutes, Mike and I were hesitant and Mike said flat out to the doctor "if this was your wife would you want her to be knocked out and have this surgery", the doctor reassured us and I said "do it, please get rid of this pressure". So I was hooked up to an IV and laid on a gurney until they came in to do the surgery at 1pm. There were at least six doctors/ nurses in the room with me and they say it took me awhile to go to sleep but it felt like ten seconds to me. When I woke up there was only one nurse there are she said everything went great and I had thanked them all for coming to my house when I came out of it, I knew I would say something stupid. I was still in a lot of pain and a little drowsy but was hopeful that it would get better. The worst part at this point was was hips were killing me, I had to keep switching sides to lay on but would have to lift my self up because I couldn't lay on back. My blood pressure was down so I had to stay until my IV was done, I was allowed to go home at 4.
I have been home ever since and the hospital has set up for a nurse to come to my house once everyday to change packing and dressings (sorry tmi), I might been home from work for another two weeks but hopefully will be back to normal earlier than that. Having to rest and do nothing for most of the day can get pretty boring but the more I do it the faster I will heal and I am in a much better mood now, the first couple of days after my surgery got me really down. I think that my pregnancy hormones got the best of me, I hated the way I felt, I'm not a sad person and I felt extremely sad but being able to move around a lot more and to be able to sit even if only for short periods of time makes me feel a lot better.
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