This past week has been a very hard week. Monday evening was great. I spent the day making treats for my Hubby's ship FRG for a bake sale. It was a busy day and I didn't quite get to get everything done that I wanted. But it was a good day. At night, It was business as usual. Put Eleanor to bed, relaxed for about 2.5 minutes and then went to bed myself.
I wake up about 3 hours later to the sounds of my poor husband, saying that he needed to go to the hospital. I had just woken up and had no idea what was going on. He told me that he had been up since midnight, with sharp stomach pains, and vomiting. My immediate thought was either food poisoning or appendicitis. I felt so bad for him. He said that he was going to the hospital. I asked if he wanted me to take him because even in the dark of our room, I could see that he didn't look good. And when he agreed to let me take him to the ER, I knew it was bad. There was no way he was going to get Eleanor and I out of bed at 2 AM for a little tummy bug.
I instantly got up, dressed and got everything that I would need for E. Got Eleanor up last and we were on our way. When we got there, the ER took him right back. I stayed out in the waiting room with the baby who was super hungry at this point, when some friends from our church, comes out of the back. It must be a small world, because the odds of seeing people I knew at a military hospital at 2:45 AM are probably pretty slim. But Pat was so nice to take the baby for a few minutes so that I could get the stroller out of the car because I had already heard that we were going to be at the hospital for a while with John.
In our three hours down in the ER, John was seen by about three different doctors who all agreed that John had appendicitis and would need surgery ASAP in order to avoid the stupid thing busting and John getting even sicker than he already was.
Every other wife probably would have been hysterical at this point. I might have too, if I were well rested, and didn't have a baby to take care of. But I suppose something inside of me (GOD) knew everything would be alright. Its amazing that even in the craziest of situations, that God gives us such peace.
The hospital staff took John upstairs about 5:30 to the Pre-Op area to wait until an Operating room opened up. He ended up going back about 7:30 to surgery. By this point, Johns mom was almost here so I didn't have to wait in the waiting room for very long, which was good. I really didn't want to sit alone and wait.
About an hour later the surgeon came in and gave me the news that John had gone through the surgery well, his appendix was definitely inflamed and that the doctors in the ER were all right and made the right call to have his appendix removed. He said that John would be in recovery for about an hour, then he would be moved to a room. Then we would see him.
On our way to his room, we were stopped by an officer at a nurses station who was fascinated by Eleanor. She wanted to hold her and cuddle her. She even got centimeters away from her just to sniff her! I was so shocked that someone would get this close to another strangers baby to take a whiff. She almost got a Mama sized fist in her face. But I refrained.
We spent a little time with John and then had to go home about 12:30. By that time, both Eleanor and I were so over being in the hospital and wanted to go home for a bit. Later that evening we were able to take John home with us.
we were all so happy that John was home. And Even Eleanor was surpised as to how good her daddy looked right after surgery!
Since then, I have had to take care of two babies. I have been running around all day and sometimes all night trying to get things done and taken care of. One minute I have a needy infant that needs my attention, and the next minute, John needs something. I know that John hates it that he cant do more to help me out around the house, but at the same time, it truly is exhausting. He can no longer hold Eleanor when she is having a bad few minutes. That has to fall on me. When John needs something from upstairs, I go get it for him. What really is the worst though is the fact that Eleanor does not understand that John is hurt. She doesn't understand that John cant hold her because if she makes one wrong move and kicks her legs, it could hit one of his incisions and really hurt him. She does not understand why her daddy can only touch her head or her arms and kiss her, and not pick her up to play. And I think that has made her more fussy. She hates it too, that she cant laugh and play with her daddy. She cant lay on her daddy's shoulder and walk around, or lay on his chest and fall asleep.
Nor can he get up with the baby at night. He cannot get up to change her diaper or go downstairs if she needs a little extra milk. That has left me to be up with Eleanor every two hours. Literally. So here I am, only getting two hours of sleep at a time, and awake all day, keeping the house from falling apart at the seams.
I am only hoping for two things at this point: Eleanor to sleep more consecutive hours at night so that I can sleep more, and for John to make a quick recovery so that I am not so exhausted all the time. And I dot not share any of this to complain. I Love my family, and I would run myself in the ground to keep my family happy, healthy and fed. I write this to vent. I write this to share with others so that they can get just a little peek into my life lately. I take the time now to explain what happens, so that I don't keep getting a million texts from people asking whats going on and how my week has been, because frankly, I am too busy to reply to anyone other than my family at this point.
And just in case you were wondering, I still have laundry sitting in the hallway upstairs that needs to be folded.. From Monday. You can come over any time you want to fold it =)
