Luke's Fluke and some catching up

The guilt has won. I need to post, but after looking back at the previous posts, some of them get embarrassing. You know how trying times come in sets of 3. Our times have come the last year. YEs, we get through them, and as the next one comes, the previous one was such a joke, it wasn't really a trial at all. But I think I might say this summer has topped them. There is nowhere to go but up from here. No, I don't need a pity party. I have already given myself enough of them, so this is just a history. See, blogging is my excuse for not keeping a scrapbook or journaling, looks like I am doing awesome on it huh?????? Oh well, here it goes.

Luke's Fluke

Meccles Diverticulum---ever heard of it??? If not, you can either do a google on it or ask a med student that is studying for Step 1 of the boards.(it is a common ?, and yes, Steve got it right on his boards). This thing is in 2% of people and only 2% of that 2% every have a sympton, hence the name Luke's Fluke. (Thanks Dad.) After day 2 in the ER, and multiple X-Rays, a Cat Scan, they decided his appendix had ruptured. So they rushed him into surgery, only to find it not ruptured, but they took it out anyways, and then went and found the meccles and cut out a few inches of his small intestine where the meccles was.

My mom was there that next morning, thinking she was going to take care of Kate and Jacob, but instead was there at the hospital with me. That was probably more work than Kate and Jacob would have been. LUke couldn't eat or drink while his small intestine was healing(that took 6 of the 7 days we were there.) So we couldn't torture him and so every time I had to eat or drink, I had to leave the room. Well, when I am pregnant, I need to eat ab out every 20-30 minutes or I am in trouble. So, that is why I needed my mom with me, so when I needed to eat, Luke wouldn't be alone. I am so grateful that she was there. For some reason, the Zofran hasn't work as well with this preganancy as it did in the past. It was very humbling to have to rely on friends and Relief Society to take care of the kids and bring in dinner. Where was Steve you ask? He is doing rotations---at the time, he was doing a family practice rotation. They did let him stay home the day after surgery.

So around day 4 or so of the hospital visit, my brother calls and says, man, you guys sure have gotten the short end of the stick lately. Now if you read some of my past blogs(I know there aren't many, but many of them are "short end of the stick" items. I think he was also referring to my purse that got stolen in june, and I don't think I will mention any more. I don't think we have a bad life, we are just in one of those down times, and at times I think it just won't end. But then I think about other people's lives and realize that my problems are really nothing. We are all healthly, we have a roof over our heads, etc.

IF you didn't know I was pregnant, don't feel bad. Steve didn't know either till the Radiologist blew it. I had been at the ER for most of the day by myself. Luke had already had some X-Rays and so they knew I had to be out of the room. But when they needed to do a Barium ENEMA, (yes, it is as Barbaric as it sounds) I thought, oh good, Steve will be here for this one, Luke won't be alone during this long and barbaric procedure. SO we walk in the room,and I was going to leave right as they were getting ready to proceed, and the Doc says, as we walk in the room, SO, you are pregnant, and need to wait around the corner. DUH!!!! I had been doing this all day. BY the look on Steve's face, the doc knew he had really blown it. I just started laughing and Steve said, Oh is that why you have been laying on the couch this week. It was a little comic relief to the day.

Anyways, we are so excited for this pregnancy, but during the hospital saga, this added to the "short end of the stick" life. Why didn't his happen a month earlier, when I wasn't sick, or 3 months later when I would be done with all day sickness. Oh yeah, did I mention Steve was studying for the boards---just the biggest test in his life. OH well--"short end of the stick" scenario again. IF it had been a week later, he would have been done with the boards.

So all in all, I have nothing to complain about because we are all good and healthy except for the all day/night sickness--oh yeah and a cold. Who gets a cold in the summer??? "Short end of the stick"? Did I mention the daily shots I have to give my self? When I first found out I called it another "short end of the stick" deal, but my mom reminds me it is a blessing.

SO enough is enough. We are happy and healthy and just waiting to conquer the next trial if this all day sickness doesn't conquer me.

Thanks so much for all the support during Luke's hospital stay. Luke got more toys/gifts than Christmas and Birthday combined. Maybe this was his way of getting gifts halfway through the year instead of people combining his Christmas and Birthday gifts. HEE HEE HEEE