First off, everything's fine.

Just so no one worries. On Friday, I came down with a nasty stomach flu that had me throwing up every 45 minutes. I finally gave in and went to the hospital at 630pm because everytime I threw up the absolutely nothing in my stomach, I would then get this really sharp stabby pain across the top of my stomach.

So they hooked me up to the monitors and discovered that the sharp stabby pain was in fact labor. Which is in fact a bad thing at 35 weeks. Because I was so dehydrated, I went into labor. Who knew? And at 35 weeks, a delivery would mean flying the baby back to Oahu. That's no good.

So they hooked me up to an IV. They gave me some pills which I threw up. Ohmigosh, how I hate throwing up. Especially since I was nine months long morning sickness pregnant with Owen and now when I throw up it's, "holy crap my stomach is coming out of my throat and I am choking to death, pounding on the floor, because I can't BREATHE!!!!" So they gave me some shots instead. One to stop throwing up and three to stop the labor which I was to frickin' exhausted to fight off anymore. So then I became Stoner Sara because those non-puking drugs always make you high as a kite, but then the non-labor drugs made me like a speed freak junkie with the shakes. And of course the non-labor drugs pump up your heart rate which pumps up the baby's heart rate which means...a whole night of observation in a crampy non comfortable, not made for eight months pregnant woman's back, totally too short bed. They finally let us go at 7 the next morning.

So I am trying to ignore that my house is in shambles, there is a monumentous pile of laundry stacking up, we cannot eat because all the dishes are dirty, and I must still drive Owen to school. Abra sadly cannot go because...

Now Abra is sick.


Anonymous said...

Well, I used to say "You know you're a parent when your sick and still have to take care of the kids". But pregnant, sick and still taking care of 3 kids, one sick, one to school and one a baby. . . You're doing better than me. What a great mom.

I'm glad you're ok. Do they think labor is stopped for sure or are you iffy? That baby better percolate a little more.

Auntie Mary

VickeyMichelle said...

dood, if only you knew "ode to the porcelain god" would one day mean this!
Mucho happy to hear that you are well and the bun as well. Sucks about Abra tho. We have had some nasty-nastiness going around here lately. I assume you islanders dont get our yucky bugs but I bet some touron carried it over.
Call the dishes an art work in progress. Post daily pictures of thier progress....

M&B said...

Ah! I'm so glad you're okay! What a scary experience!