We are just not a well family lately. First there was laFunk right before Christmas, then Ruby had an ear infection, then I had the flu. Last week Heath had bronchitis that had him coughing so badly that he couldn't sleep at night and then yesterday on the way home from work he started experiencing abdominal pains. At first he thought that it was gas but after 8 hours and anti-gas medications he was still in terrible pain. At 2am he came into the bedroom practically in tears and I made him go to the ER. Yes, I made him drive himself. I thought it best to let sleeping toddlers lie. The thought of dealing with a tired, crank toddler in the ER did not sound appealing to me nor do I think it would have helped Heath relax or get some rest.
Soon after he got checked in he texted me and told me that they suspected that it was his gallbladder. As soon as I read his message I was like, "DUH!" I went through that same exact pain myself (on and off for over a year) before I had my gallbladder out. I totally should have seen what was going on. After a cat scan the doctors determined that he did have several small stones, including one or two that we blocking the duct. They recommended that he stay to get them removed and he was admitted to the hospital around 5am.
I called into work (again, ugh), dropped Ruby off at daycare, and went to the hospital. Heath was sleeping when I got there so I let him rest until the surgeon came to speak with him. Then they wheeled him down to prep him and I was able to sit with him again until they took him back. Then it was a lot of waiting-waiting to go into surgery, waiting for the surgery to start, waiting to talk to the surgeon afterwards, and waiting for them to bring him back up to his room. Thankfully the surgery went well. Apparently he had one pissed off gallbladder and we nipped what could have been a very bad problem in the bud before it got worse.
Compared to what I remember about my recovery from my surgery Heath is being a friggin' rock star. I don't remember even being coherent for at least a day but by the time they brought him up from recovery he was fully awake and functioning normally. He ate all of his "clears", jello, popsicles, cranberry juice, and broth-the first thing he'd had to eat in over 24 hours-and thankfully he hasn't had any issues with the gas they pumped into his body cavity.
Heath is now home resting and will be off of work for the next week. I am hoping that this is the last of our health woes for a while. One, two, or all of us has been sick at practically all times for the last month and it is beyond old at this point.
Soon after he got checked in he texted me and told me that they suspected that it was his gallbladder. As soon as I read his message I was like, "DUH!" I went through that same exact pain myself (on and off for over a year) before I had my gallbladder out. I totally should have seen what was going on. After a cat scan the doctors determined that he did have several small stones, including one or two that we blocking the duct. They recommended that he stay to get them removed and he was admitted to the hospital around 5am.
I called into work (again, ugh), dropped Ruby off at daycare, and went to the hospital. Heath was sleeping when I got there so I let him rest until the surgeon came to speak with him. Then they wheeled him down to prep him and I was able to sit with him again until they took him back. Then it was a lot of waiting-waiting to go into surgery, waiting for the surgery to start, waiting to talk to the surgeon afterwards, and waiting for them to bring him back up to his room. Thankfully the surgery went well. Apparently he had one pissed off gallbladder and we nipped what could have been a very bad problem in the bud before it got worse.
Compared to what I remember about my recovery from my surgery Heath is being a friggin' rock star. I don't remember even being coherent for at least a day but by the time they brought him up from recovery he was fully awake and functioning normally. He ate all of his "clears", jello, popsicles, cranberry juice, and broth-the first thing he'd had to eat in over 24 hours-and thankfully he hasn't had any issues with the gas they pumped into his body cavity.
Heath is now home resting and will be off of work for the next week. I am hoping that this is the last of our health woes for a while. One, two, or all of us has been sick at practically all times for the last month and it is beyond old at this point.
