The Bold & the Brazus

I know, I know. It’s been like 3 months since I wrote last. Raising a tiny human is hard work! I’m going to pick back up where we left off:

Rough patches. 

SO - we were going to have a beautiful baby girl. Lord help us - a mini version of me running around in the world. I thought there was only room for one of us but apparently the universe thought differently! Really though, we were ecstatic. Bows, tutus, oh my. Things were going great until week 26, just a short 6 weeks after finding out we were expecting a baby girl. 

I was sleeping like a baby when all of a sudden I woke up to the most intense pain I had ever experienced in my lower back. The pain was so unimaginable I woke Cj up with my screaming. I’m usually pretty great with pain but this was just something I cannot even describe. We decided to go to the ER because we were worried it was something to do with the baby. Upon getting there, the first nurse took a urine sample - told me to relax. We waited 5 hours with me in that mind-numbing pain before the first on-call OB came to check me. I explained my symptoms, he decided I had a UTI without doing any urine cultures. Prescribed antibiotics. Sent us home. 

5 days later I was driving to a meeting when I had to pull over from the amount of pain I was in. Cancelled my meeting and drove to the ER once again. Again waited an insane amount of time before a different doctor told me I probably had a kidney infection. Prescribed me a new antibiotics and sent me home. 

2 days later I woke up once again crying hysterically from the pain this time. I started seeing black spots and almost lost consciousness. Cj rushed me to the hospital once again. This time, however, the experience was much different. I told them I obviously did not have a UTI because antibiotics were not working and we WERE NOT leaving without a correct diagnosis for the sake of the growing human inside of me. The nurses spoke with the on call OB and she told then to run some more tests. 3 hours later the results showed I did not have a UTI. Finally, the on call OB came in to meet the pain in the ass woman who wouldn’t leave without answers. She spent time reviewing my results and immediately said I was incorrectly diagnosed and that by the blood in my urine, she was confident I had kidney stones. After a CT scan located the stones and noted they were much too large to pass, we  decided I needed to have a stint surgically placed until the baby was born to have them removed. The stones were completely blocking the opening in my kidneys that drained to my bladder. 

Little did we know - the stint was the most unbearable thing of all of it. 

Here  I am - 6 1/2 months pregnant with a device inside of me that makes me feel like I am going to pee my pants 24/7. No, I am not exaggerating. I woke up every 30 minutes on the dot at night to try to pee to relieve the pain. I had to be put on bed rest since I couldn’t even make the hour drive to work without peeing myself. I was trapped in a house all day for 2 full months living this awful pain out. I was tired. I was anxious. I was ready for my girl to be brought into this world.

The best part of all of it is that the badass of an OB, Dr. Brazus, who correctly diagnosed me asked to be my full time OB and I said absolutely! Strong women support strong women. That strong woman also decided I was going to be induced at 38 weeks - unless the future strong woman inside of me decided she had other plans.....

:)