Ok so I think I am getting ahead of myself jumping all the way to Cody in the hospital, when there were so many more hospital visits since July 13th. Like Jim for example.....
It was about 3:30 in the morning and I could hear him shuffling back and forth to the bathroom. Grunting and groaning and me wishing he would just be a quiet person for once in his life (how did what made me love him in the beginning turn into a nail in my eye 6 years later?) As I lay there praying that I can just ignore him and not REALLY wake up he says it, "Meredyth, I think something is really wrong..." Hmmmm... so I guess I'm not sleeping since he said "really wrong" and not just "wrong."
I roll over and look at him laying on his back and holding his stomach with the "I just got kicked in the balls" face and making a noise that I can only describe as "I just got kicked in the balls." OK OK, you have my attention, so I bit, "where's it hurt?" and he answers, "right here," and points to the lower right part of his belly
It was about 3:30 in the morning and I could hear him shuffling back and forth to the bathroom. Grunting and groaning and me wishing he would just be a quiet person for once in his life (how did what made me love him in the beginning turn into a nail in my eye 6 years later?) As I lay there praying that I can just ignore him and not REALLY wake up he says it, "Meredyth, I think something is really wrong..." Hmmmm... so I guess I'm not sleeping since he said "really wrong" and not just "wrong."
I roll over and look at him laying on his back and holding his stomach with the "I just got kicked in the balls" face and making a noise that I can only describe as "I just got kicked in the balls." OK OK, you have my attention, so I bit, "where's it hurt?" and he answers, "right here," and points to the lower right part of his belly
AHHHHH....NOOOO....APPENDIX GONNA BURST!!! NOOOOOoooooo!
So I attempt to test him and all I can get is Appendix because I am getting in the way of myself (if you are wondering what I am talking about www.you2well.com) And I am trying to figure out what is happening while also trying to figure out how exactly I am going to get him to the hospital at 4:00 a.m. with nobody to come and watch Brock and Emersyn. Ambulance? Does one call an ambulance for a possible Appendix? Hmm... and we have only lived here a few weeks...what will the neighbors think?
So I ask, "do you think you can drive yourself?" because I can't imagine waking up the two kids because that will just make bad turn into impossible!! As he is getting dressed through grunts and groans and bending over in complete pain, he answers, "yes, but where is there a hospital?"
HOLY CRAP!! WE HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THE HOSPITAL IS!!
OK, GPS, I can Google the closest hospital on my iPhone and call him with the directions. He gets in the car with no idea where he is going and I am Googling my best Google and find Kennedy Hospital, oh, nice, I've been there when I had that kidney stone/ruptured cyst at the mall a few years back...but I digress.....
I call him, "Ok, go straight through town and turn when you get to Chapel and it is right there, 2.1 miles from here...do you have that?" And he grunts back, "Huh, where's Chapel, which way on Main? forget it, I will find it, I need to focus!" and he hangs up. I lay back in bed. Thinking, wondering, waiting, deliberating, deciding. And so I text, "IT IS MEREDYTH, JIM IS ON THE WAY TO THE HOSPITAL, CAN YOU COME OVER RIGHT NOW AND WATCH THE KIDS?"
And I wait....and wait....and wait....and "yes, I will get dressed right now and be there in 15 minutes!"
Holy crap!! I found a sitter to come over at 4:00 a.m., I am the greatest living mom/wife of all time!
So I get dressed and make my way to the hospital, down Main to Chapel...but I'm not in pain. I walk in and find him in complete agony in a hospital bed in the ER. They can't give him pain meds till he goes #1 and that hasn't happened yet. He is covered in sweat and pacing, and up and down, in the bed and curled on his side, and in and out of the bathroom. So I ask a few times, "can I help? what can I do?" And he responds, "no, just let me be." So I do, I sit there checking Facebook, Twitter, Pintrest, Instagram, email and completely ignore him. Can you imagine what the nurses were thinking? This wife is completely ignoring her husband that is in pain and hasn't gotten off that phone ONCE!! But this is what I was asked to do and so I did it.
Is it wrong I was a little happy? Is it wrong that everyone kept telling him that the pain he was in is the closest thing to labor a man will ever feel and I was glad (just a little) that he was feeling it? Am I going to Wife Hell? Is it wrong that I had a little, incy, weencie, tiny smirk on my face? Ok, I am awful, but I can live with awful, I gave him two beautiful children, it's not wrong of me to want to "show" him I "suffered" to make him a baby...right? Oh who cares what you think...It was only a smirk!
And the culprit? A 3 mm kidney stone making its way down down down, scratching and tearing Jim up from the inside out. Letting him know its exact location through nausea and pain so exhausting that it brought him to his knees. We were informed that if the THIRD pain medicine did not work, they were going to have to do surgery. I guess a person can only be in THAT kind of pain for so long. Thank God, the THIRD pain med worked and they let him go home.
To wait...and wait...and wait.....
About a week later our little 3 mm stone came out to meet the world. It was a sunny summer day and even though we didn't know he was coming out at exactly that time, we were glad to meet him face to stone.
Little did we know that the stone was nothing compared to the Gout that was coming...oh how emotion likes to rear its ugly head in the form of illness....
