On Monday, I quickly mentioned that Hubster was in the hospital. It kind of turned into a long, emotionally exhausting week. I wanted to share it with you all, since I didn’t post this morning like I normally do. Also, because I’ve been through the ringer this week emotionally and I survived – and I’m so proud to say that I have.
Remember how Hubster had emergency gallbladder surgery a couple days before Christmas? Well, it turns out that a few stones had escaped his gallbladder and were hanging out in his common bile duct in his liver…waiting for the right time to wreak havoc on him. When Hubster came home from work last Thursday and told me he wasn’t going to a meeting that night, I knew he wasn’t feeling well. Hubster is kind of a
workaholic dedicated employee. He went to work on Friday, but on Saturday he really wasn’t doing well. In fact, he skipped dinner on Saturday night because he was experiencing pain that was “eerily similar” to what he felt with his gallbladder issues. On Sunday, he looked pretty bad. He made it through church like a trooper, but by the afternoon he was dragging around and lying on the couch. I told him he needed to call a doctor. He was just NOT okay.
They told him to go to the ER, and he was admitted. He spent Sunday and Monday night in the hospital. During that time, they did an endoscopy, in which they put a scope down his mouth all the way to his liver to confirm that there were stones stuck in his bile duct. They inserted a stent to widen the space for any stones to pass through. He’ll go back in to have that removed in a month. He was able to come home on Tuesday morning. He looked yellow from jaundice, but his numbers were going down appropriately.
Waiting around at home with C during all of this was incredibly difficult. I desperately wanted to be in two places at once. It’s one thing to be waiting in the hospital, but waiting at home with no word for hours on end is an entirely different animal. I kept myself busy with C (and with a couple neurotic cleaning sprees) and somehow kept it together. I almost lost it a couple times.
On top of that, C started acting out a lot because he sensed that something was wrong. Our upstairs neighbor was up around 5am each morning, which meant that I was awake that early too because she’s an obnoxiously loud walker. When I tried to nap during the day, she was blasting her music.
I was sleep deprived. Stressed to the max. Emotionally exhausted. Solo parenting. But I didn’t lose it. I’m pregnant with a history of PPA and PPD, but I didn’t lose it. I am so relieved and proud of myself. I want to sleep for a week, but I’m not losing my mind.
Then this morning, I had to take Hubster back to the ER. He nearly blacked out in the shower. His heart rate was very high when he was admitted, but everything came back normal – an EKG, labs, x-rays and even a CT scan to check for a blood clot in his lung (he was experiencing shortness of breath). He was severely dehydrated, but okay.
I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I’ve reached a new level of exhaustion. And with that, I am going to make this my last post until Monday. I need a few days to get as much rest as I can and just regroup.
Wishing you all a wonderful weekend, and I’ll see you again on Monday!