UTI What? Kidney What? No Milk, HUH?

It all started about 2 weeks ago...It was about 9pm when I started feeling contraction like pains in my lower abdomen. I thought I was going into labor. So of course I got all excited and jumped in the shower so that I could feel pretty when I had my baby. I had Steve start timing the contractions and they were coming as close as a minute and a half apart. But something felt a little different this time. I had a hard time figuring out if I was having a contraction or cramps. So about 10:30 we woke up Ayla and headed to the hospital. They got me all set up with the baby monitor and an IV and from what I was told was that I was having more of irritability contractions. Whatever that means. All I knew was that I was in pain. As the nurse asked me her standard 83 questions Ayla was wide awake running around the room having the time of her life. And of course I made my 44 trips to the bathroom to relieve the quarter ounce of pee I had. I noticed however that the more I went pee the darker and redder my pee got. So of course I told the nurse, she took a look and my irritability contraction question was answered. I had blood in my urine and it was determined I had an Urinary Tract Infection otherwise known as an UTI. So I was given drugs to take care of it and we went home at about 3am. Ayla still being wide awake.




Then last Saturday I woke up again having the same symptoms. Contractions and cramps. This time instead of rushing to the hospital I took my sweet time. Thinking this was it. I was going into labor and my son would be born soon. So as usual I jumped in the shower, ate a little bit of something and went and got my nails done. GOD forbid I couldn't miss my nail appointment. I mean if I did I couldn't get them done for 3 weeks since my nail lady was going on vacation. Plus I wanted them to look nice for the pictures we would take of me holding our new baby. So there I am getting my hands looking oh so pretty and trying to keep my face from shriveling up from the pain I was feeling. After an hour she was finally done and I rushed home, picked up Steve and Ayla, dropped Ayla off at a friends and headed to the hospital once more. Once there they admitted me to the delivery room set me up with the baby monitor and tried to hook me up with an IV. As the nurse is looking at my hands and arms for a good vein the quizzical look is all over her face trying to figure out where to poke me. Finally she saw what looked like a good one and proceeded to poke me with her enormous needle. As the needle went in she started shifting it around trying to get in into my vein and ended up hitting a nerve. There goes my arms swelling up and my hands going numb. Needless to say that was unsuccessful. Stupid nurse. She was to afraid to try again that she went and got another nurse to poke me.



Nurse #2 came in all bubbly calling me "sweety". Which I HATE with a passion. So immediately I didn't fancy her. She looked for a vein and found one in my other hand. Once again I was being poked and could feel the force of the needle going into my hand. But was it successful. Nope! All she could say was "sorry sweety I just couldn't get it into your tiny little hand". Stupid nurse. So they called in another nurse.



Nurse #3 was freakin awesome. She came in found a vein, used a smaller needle, numbed the area, poked me and it was all good. And there I am thinking WTF? Why do I always get the amateurs! Just because I look like I'm 12 doesn't mean you need to send me the girl that started her job yesterday!



There we were just sitting and waiting for someone to tell us something. Finally a nurse came in to tell us that I wasn't in labor and that I had another UTI. Seriously? I mean SERIOUSLY! I just dealt with this a week ago! I was more irritated than anything. I just wanted the prescription and to get the hell out of there. But of course it took them an hour to get that all taken care of. And once again we were on our way home hoping that the next time we would be at the hospital we would leave with a baby in our arms.


But that was just a pipe dream cause we were right back the very next morning...


Oh yes people, I woke up the very next morning with the most excruciating pain ever. I called the hospital and got nurse #1 from the previous day. Telling her of my pain and how bad it was. From the sound of her voice I think she was labeling me as a hypochondriac and told me to call my doctor. She didn't invite me to the hospital. She told me to call my doctor on a Sunday. Which is church day and probably his day off. I tried to explain this to her but she was to stupid to recognize. But I did as I was told and called the triage nurse to page the on-call doctor. This time I was crying from the pain I was feeling and couldn't stop pacing around the house. I didn't want to sit or stay in one place. I just wanted to go. Anywhere. 30 minutes went by before I got a call back from another doctor who told me to come in.


We got to the hospital and into our room and I could barely breath from the pain. Once again on the monitor and 3 different nurses and 3 unsuccessful needle pokes that it took the anesthesiologist to hook me up on the IV. I was in so much pain that all I cared about was getting relief. Which finally came 30 minutes later in the form of morphine. YAY for morphine! My new friend. After the usual 83 questions and multiple vital checks it was determined that I didn't have a UTI but that I had a kidney stone.



A freakin kidney stone!


A small sand grain was causing all my pain and now causing me to contract every 6 minutes. Lovely.


Talking to the doctor he asked me if I drink milk. My answer was "yeah, a little" and then Steve bursts out with "She drinks a gallon every 2 days"! Ok really. Whatever. The Doc concluded that my kidney stone must be a calcium stone and that I was forbidden from having anymore milk.



No more milk? No more chocolate milk? What am I to do? It's what I get every morning, noon and night. And I just bought a ton at Costco.


I spent the first 2 nights in the worst pain ever. Puking all over the floor and fading in and out of sleep. Suffering from hallucinations and such. From what I was told was that on the second night I had an altercation with Steve as him and Ayla were leaving:



Me: (rising from the dead, my eyes shut and yelling) "Why didn't you get me the People's magazine"!


Steve: "What"?


Me: (eyes shut and yelling) "You asked me what magazine I wanted and I told you I wanted the new People's magazine with Brad and Angelina's new babies on it! It came out Tuesday"!


Steve: (blank stare) "I got you US weekly and Vogue".


Me: (waking up and calm) "What? Oh, Ok whatever". (passing out again)


And there was the conversation with the nurse. Which I had no idea what I said or did but all I can remember is that she was laughing at me.


Wednesday came and I was feeling much better. The pain was gone. I was ready to go home. But just as it was to happen I had blood in my pee again. Great. What now? So talking to the doctor he seemed a little baffled that I had no pain but that I had blood in my pee. So he kept me for one more night to see if it would clear up. And as it happens it did. They just assumed the stone had passed but couldn't say for sure. Who cares really? I was feeling good and I was on my way out.


And after 4 nights and 5 days I was going home.


I'm now 36 weeks 1 day today and on the 37th week our little boy better be here or else!