Friday, May 14, 2010
I've gotten more than one email today, all friendly of course, asking me "hey Tia, no flashback today?".
(bad cell phone pictures comin' atcha!)
After a few hours of nagging stomach twisting contractions, I gave in, listened to my body, walked out on the season finale of one of my favorite shows (Private Practice), hopped in my neighbors truck (her husband had come home from work so that she could take me) and took a trip down to the hospital.
See, when I was pregnant with Charlie, I went into preterm labor at 34 weeks, and it turned out I had been dehydrated. So now, as soon as I feel contractions- I start guzzling. By the time I got there, I was practically my own brita. One of the nurses made a comment about not even bothering to send my urine cup down to the lab (they ended up sending it anyways, though, she was just funny), since she could see right through it.
After a few shots of terbutaline and a lortab- I still had no relief from the contractions... I told my neighbor to go home, they admitted me, and I got moved out of triage and into my own room.
More contractions. Blood work. Test results. Crazy low potassium levels. Giant honking potassium pills that nearly choked me. More contractions. More blood work. Twenty minute naps. Thunder and Lightning. Missing my husband and babies. More potassium pills.
And 10 hours later. My first eating out experience in well over a year-
I guess somewhere along the line I should have mentioned my food allergies to somebody, but seeing as how food was the farthest thing from my mind, it just didn't come up. When they brought me a platter of croissant sandwich and grapes, I spoke up, rambled off a lengthy list of intolerances, and voila- cream of rice cereal, at my service.
An hour or so later I texted Christopher to bring the babies. I knew I'd be going home soon. I had taken my second round of potassium pills, my contractions had dulled down to a minimum, and I was exhausted. Just let me go home, I begged.
And then there my beautiful family was- Eleanore carrying her doctor kit, Charlie walking around and driving his trucks all over the floral print furniture like he owned the place.
The nurse explained to me how rather than dehydration being the cause this time, it was actually the opposite. I had drank so much water, that I had flushed some very vital nutrients out of my body, leaving me aching, literally, for health. I got a lecture about how I need to drink fluids other than water (soy milk is really my only other option), and was warned to expect further lecturing from my doctor. So rather than the terbutaline helping with the contractions, it kind of did the opposite, seeing as how it usually causes hypokalemia (low potassium) in itself.
Anyways. I'm home now. The Bean and I are safe. I took a nice long nap on the couch while the babies played around me. Christopher has been taking care of me, and tomorrow I expect to be back to my busy-bee-go-go-go-do-everything self.
But, if you happened to participate in Flashback Friday without me, please, link up below! (sorry guys, next week I'll be back on track, I promise) ...