Our crazy lives...

So, Happy Thanksgiving everyone, a little late.

It has been a crazy couple of weeks for us. It all started on Friday the 16th. I woke up and baked a cake, and a coconut meringue pie for my Dad's birthday. I was supposed to pick up Faith and her friend Hazel at 11:30, then I was supposed to pick up some Famous Dave's food and bring the kids and the food and the cake and the pie to my parents house, for a little surprise party for my dad. But the thing is, I had this terrible pain in my back/side. It felt like one of those side stitches that you get when you are running, but it wouldn't go away. It especially hurt when I took a breath. I was trying to power through it, because the thing is, with three kids, two in different schools, you learn to power through things, and it isn't usually such a big deal. At 10:45 though, I sat down to feed the baby and I was shaking from the pain of it. I decided to call the Dr. I didn't really think it would do any good, but the pain was so intense, I thought maybe he could give me a muscle relaxant or something. They could only fit me in at 11:30, so I called Darcey to find out if she could pick up Faith and Hazel. I was shaking so much and it hurt so bad that I started crying on the phone. I told her I didn't know what was wrong with me, but I thought I hurt my back lifting the baby in his car seat into the shopping cart the day before. Anyway...By the time I got to the doctor's office I couldn't stop shivering, and I couldn't stop crying from the pain. It turns out, to my shock, I had a 103 temperature. So, the doc thought I had an infected kidney stone, and he prescribed Levaquin, Percocet, and Promethazine, and sent me over to the hospital for a renal CT. He told me I couldn't breastfeed while taking Levaquin, and made a comment about it being time to transition him anyway (HES ONLY 6 MONTHS OLD!) but I was to miserable to reply so I just accepted what he said and vowed to call the pediatrician later. I was really upset. I felt like a zombie as I walked through the hospital trying not to cry. I couldn't find the place I was supposed to be. I was semi convinced that there was nothing wrong with me still and that I was going to take this strong antibiotic for nothing and my baby was going to be weaned way too early, plus I had no idea what he was going to eat. Finally someone walked me to the CT place, where I sat in misery for 2 hours crying and wishing I could lay down and have something to drink. I was so thirsty. Finally I called my mom and asked pathetically, "Can someone just please come down here so I'm not all by myself?" Shortly after I spoke with her I had my CT scan. Then I called her back and told her I'd be waiting in my car for her. I lay down in my car and cranked up the heat and tried to position myself so my back was on the heated part of the seat. About 20 minutes later my doctor called. He said my kidneys were fine, but I had a large pneumonia in my left lower lobe. I was really shocked, since I didn't even have a cold. But it made sense, in that I had a high fever and it hurt to breathe. So, I've been to the doctors office 4 times in the last week and a half, and I'm going back tomorrow. Poor Shepherd has been drinking nasty frozen breastmilk, that he wont drink unless we add white grape juice to it (I wish I had known that my breastmilk would taste like metal after being frozen if I didn't scald it in the microwave before freezing) and only nursing once a day right before I take my next dose of Levaquin. I'm afraid my breast pump may wear out, and it is terribly sad to throw all that liquid gold, that my baby would love to drink down the drain while it is so hard to get him to drink anything that he is allowed to drink. Josh has been on FMLA for the last week, since I can't be out of bed for more than a couple hours before I have to go take a nap, and Thanksgiving, and my Dad's birthday, were basically cancelled. My mom did make a dinner, at my insistence, but we were only there for a little while before I became exhausted. So much for powering through I guess. Josh has to go back to work on Wednesday, and we have had to put way too much stuff on our credit card to pay for him not working and stuff that we have had to buy. Did you know that Levaquin cost 13 dollars a pill? I guess it is way cheaper than a hospitalization and IV antibiotics, which my doctor said was my other option, but still, 13 dollars? I don't even want to know how much the CT scan is going to cost. Not to mention the 4 doctor visits and the chest x-ray I'll be going back for in a couple weeks.
So, I've been trying to stay in bed and get all the way better, since me being sick like this is simply not an option, as I have learned the hard way.