Hospital Stay

So it has been a crazy last few days / weeks around here.

Mike and I have both been sick for the last two weeks... Mike had the stomach bug first, and then I came down with a cold. That in itself was enough action for me, being that both parents sick with two non-sick children can make the best parents go nuts. But then I, Meagan, had to go get myself hospitalized.

Yup, Monday night Mike had to drive me to the hospital for a blocked esophagus. Since high school I have had it happen off and on, but in the last few months it has been worse then ever before possibly triggered by the pregnancy. I had never had to go to the hospital for it, as our bodies naturally have a reflex action that prevents it from happening in the first place and correcting itself if it does, but this time was different.

After spending most of the night in an ER, and trying a couple different things/meds, the hospital decided to admit me and perform an upper GI track test in the morning so that we knew why this seemed to be happening repetitively as well as successfully remove the blockage.

Well the test came back as normal. There doesn't seem to be a reason for why I seem to have this reoccurring issue, and the only advice they had was to make sure not to eat to fast and not to swallow large pieces of anything. (I have always had issues swallowing pills.... maybe this is why?)

And all of this is going on while Zoe is camping out with me at the hospital. I have to hand it to the hospital staff, though they didn't really take it in stride (I doubt they have many patients check in with a one month in tow), they did do a wonderful job trying to accommodate the breastfeeding issue, using meds that were as non-problematic as possible and all that. They even found a bassinet and breast pump for me to use from labor and delivery (I had to pump prior to the test because they were not sure if I would be able to breastfeed afterwards).

I also learned that not only is Zoe a wonderful breast feeder, she is a horrible bottle feeder. She had a terribly hard time trying to get the expressed breast milk out of that bottle and in the end we had to get the nurses to specifically check all the meds used during the procedure for breastfeeding friendliness so that we knew exactly when she could go back to the breast. Turned out that it was only a four hour wait, not a 8 hour wait like I had originally been told, and it had been exactly 4 hours so Zoe did get her lunch after all.

So we made it home around 5:30 pm. It was nice to be home, but as the day turned to night, my cold that I previously had seemed to come back in full force, plus the residual effects of anesthesia and overall tiredness made for a rough night. I mean on top of the head cold, I wasn't sure if I was going to stay upright walking around and Mike laughed at the sweatshirt and sweatpants in the middle of summer, but Savannah was thrilled to have mom watch VeggieTales with her.

This morning though, I am doing much better. I have stopped being dizzy, I am not cold, and not so sleepy. I have no voice though between the raw throat from the cold and the test they did, and am still looking forward to nap time.