Stephen and I spent another wonderful weekend in the hospital. No, the whole weekend didn't start out that way, it just seemed to end that way. Saturday was Stephen's work party so we went out to eat at a
VERY expensive
restaurant and shared a steak. Sunday I sang in church. Then the world crumbled fast. I came home with a lot of pain in my back, so I got a back massage from Stephen and put a heating pad on it. I thought I was feeling better so I got up to make deep fried apple pie. Nope, I was not feeling better. After a few hours of throwing up and not being able to keep anything down, Stephen took me to the hospital. They gave me a nice shot of
Demerol, something to stop the nausea, and of course, all this
excitement was putting the little baby in some distress so they had to give me a shot of something else to stop the contractions.
After a long night of intense pain, the hospital staff sent me home with some
percocet (sp?) and said to come back if I felt more contractions. I have no idea what a contraction feels like, but if what I felt the last two days was any where near what a contraction feels like, then COUNT ME OUT!
Hopefully we will be seeing most of you for Christmas. We are supposed to be driving to the valley tomorrow. Merry Christmas and sorry little baby for giving you pain
meds and causing you to go into distress.